A Down and Dusky Blonde
God Help the Girl Lyrics

I fried my head, I'm not a brunette
I dyed my hair blonde

I'm a down and dusky blonde
My hair color is a darker shade of blonde

I am living in a tree
I feel like I am living in a fantasy world

When I lie in bed I see, Beyond my lover's head the moon, I hear the rain
I love to fall asleep to the sound of rain and have the moon as my night light

I am conscious of my voice, As a tool it's more demure Than your friend the singing queen, With her matinee good looks She talks like talking from a book, I speak the language of my village, of my street
I am aware of how I sound when I sing and I do not try to sound like someone else. I sing the way I speak

But I need a friend and I choose you, I tell you the way I feel, The truth is crushing like a heel, I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
I need someone to talk to and trust. I share my true feelings with you, but it is also difficult to confess my emotions. I would try to forget about our romantic connection if we both decide to stop kissing

Tell me tales of punk rockin' girls, It's a dim and distant page, But I mostly blame my age, Please make allowances for me, I do not see
Please forgive me if I seem ignorant about the punk rock subculture. It is something that I have little knowledge of, and it might be because of my age

It's a drag that you're getting old, I love to think about the year, When we sobbed and then we cheered, The town deserted like a film, The sun was baking dust for fun, Trees were withering by the day, Your torso crushing me, Into the country and the tunnels and the fields
I dislike the fact that you are getting older. I enjoy reminiscing about the past when we and our town were still full of life. We had some unforgettable moments, like when we hugged and cheered each other up. I vividly remember how the sun was extremely hot in the countryside and how I felt on your chest

I read a book a day, like an apple, But I did not eat, And so the doctor came to me, He said a woman does not live, By the printed word, Forgive yourself and eat
I love reading books, but I have neglected my health by not eating. A doctor advised me to have a balanced lifestyle and not solely focus on reading. I need to forgive myself for my past mistakes and start taking care of my physical needs

Autumn sped along outside, Trick photography on speed, I was locked inside a room, They made a deal, they would control, The simple things like bodies, But I kept my soul
While autumn was happening outside, I was isolated inside a room. The people in power made an agreement to control the population's bodies, but I refused to conform

When I needed someone I chose you, Because the fledgling soul awakes, And on the balcony she quakes, And she is waiting for the sign, And when the brother does not come, And when the sister's much too young, she chooses you
I chose you to be my friend and confidant in times of need. I believe that my young, inexperienced soul will become more mature over time. I am anxious, waiting for a signal or a sign that something good will happen to me. When my brother is not around and my sister is too young to understand, I pick you as my ally