Rohan has written numerous scores for TV, radio and the theatre alongside developing a career performing E. European, Middle Eastern and Jewish folk music. His classical compositions bear witness to these interests, and to his award winning experiments in multimedia radio with producer Lance Dann. As a violinist, clarinettist and bagpipe player he has performed in Israel, Poland, Spain, Germany, the Netherlands and Ireland, and gives regular recitals around S. E. England in such venues as St. Martins in the Fields, the National Theatre Foyer and Brighton’s Chapel Royal. His larger Classical works have been performed the Academy and the Queen Elizabeth Hall and the Garner Arts Centre. He has done recordings with Soname, Junoreactor, Jambience, Broadway Project, Black Grass, Hard Kandy and Pressure Drop, among others.
The Wrong Girl
The Rohan Theatre Band Lyrics
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So fragile and so delicate,
It seemed that I could hold her,
In the palm of my hand.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
So sensual and radiant,
She sparkled in the moonlight,
She was the wrong kind of girl,
Her heart was like a butterfly,
It flourished in the summer,
But by winter she was gone.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
All she wanted was to flutter,
Like a little bird in springtime,
But the ice was closing in.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
Her eyes want on forever,
They twinkled like the midnight stars,
Before the clouds rolled in.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
So sensitive and helpless,
She flowered like a snowdrop,
But was plucked before her time.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
So innocent and beautiful,
A beacon to the evils of the world to do her harm.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
In the wrong kind of world,
And she didn’t stand a chance without me by her side.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
So desperate for something to believe in,
And that something ended up being me.
She was the wrong kind of girl
And I always tried to shelter her,
From everyone and everything,
But failed her in the end.
She was the wrong kind of girl
And she never understood the indifference of the world,
Or that most people always lie.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
And I didn’t mean to hurt her,
But I had to give her up,
It was the only thing to do.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
But what happened was a tragedy,
I know I’ll blame myself for the rest of my life.
She was the wrong kind of girl,
In the wrong kind of world,
And she didn’t stand a chance without me by her side.
The Rohan Theatre Band's song The Wrong Girl is a poignant tale of a girl who is delicate and sensitive, and seemingly unable to handle the cruelty of the world around her. The singer portrays her as the wrong kind of girl, someone who was doomed from the start because she was too fragile and vulnerable. He also portrays himself as the only one who could understand her and protect her, although he ultimately failed in doing so.
The lyrics are a haunting reminder of the harshness of the world and the people who inhabit it. The singer's sense of guilt and regret is palpable, as he realizes that even though the girl was the wrong kind of girl, he was also unable to save her from the evils of the world. The imagery in the song is powerful, with the girl being compared to a butterfly that flourishes in summer but dies in winter, or a delicate snowdrop that is plucked before its time. Her vulnerability is contrasted with the cruelty of the world, and the message is clear: some people are just too fragile for this world.
Line by Line Meaning
She was the wrong kind of girl,
The girl was not suitable for the world she lived in, and even though she had certain appealing qualities, they were not enough to make it through on her own.
So fragile and so delicate,
The girl was vulnerable and in need of protection and care.
It seemed that I could hold her,
The girl appeared to be small enough to fit in the palm of someone's hand, emphasizing her fragility.
In the palm of my hand.
The artist felt like he had control over the girl's safety and well-being.
So sensual and radiant,
The girl was attractive and exuded a certain energy or charm.
She sparkled in the moonlight,
The girl was particularly enchanting in certain circumstances, such as in the soft light of the moon.
But she cowered from the sun.
Despite her positive qualities, the girl was also fearful, especially of things that could hurt her.
Her heart was like a butterfly,
The girl's heart was light and delicate, much like a butterfly's wings.
It flourished in the summer,
The girl was able to thrive during certain times, specifically when conditions were optimal.
But by winter she was gone.
The girl was unable to withstand the harsher realities of life, and eventually succumbed to them.
All she wanted was to flutter,
The girl desired freedom to move and express herself, much like a bird that flies from place to place.
Like a little bird in springtime,
The girl's movements and energy were associated with the new growth and renewal of springtime.
But the ice was closing in.
The girl was faced with a threat, such as a harsh winter storm, that could hurt or destroy her.
Her eyes want on forever,
The girl's eyes were particularly captivating and seemed to never end in their depth and beauty.
They twinkled like the midnight stars,
The girl's eyes were radiant and shone like the stars at night.
Before the clouds rolled in.
The girl's beauty was eventually obscured or diminished, perhaps by negative circumstances or events.
So sensitive and helpless,
The girl was easily affected by the world around her and could not always protect herself.
She flowered like a snowdrop,
The girl had a certain bloom or loveliness, much like the white flowers of a snowdrop plant.
But was plucked before her time.
The girl's beauty and potential were not allowed to fully develop, and she was taken away too soon.
A beacon to the evils of the world to do her harm.
The girl's vulnerability and beauty made her a target for negativity and harm from the outside world.
In the wrong kind of world,
The girl's environment was not conducive to her needs or survival.
And she didn't stand a chance without me by her side.
The artist felt that he was the only one who could protect the girl and offer her a chance at survival or happiness.
So desperate for something to believe in,
The girl was in need of a source of hope or guidance, perhaps due to the harshness of her environment.
And that something ended up being me.
The artist became the girl's source of hope or guidance, whether he intended to or not.
And she never understood the indifference of the world,
The girl was unable to comprehend or cope with the apathy and callousness of the world around her.
Or that most people always lie.
The girl had a naïve perception of the truthfulness of others, and was not aware that many people deceive or mislead.
And I didn't mean to hurt her,
The singer did not intend to harm the girl, despite the negative circumstances that occurred.
But I had to give her up,
The artist was eventually forced to relinquish his protection or care of the girl, due to circumstances beyond his control.
It was the only thing to do.
The artist felt that, despite his emotional attachment to the girl, he had no other choice but to let her go for her own well-being.
But what happened was a tragedy,
The outcome of the situation was exceedingly negative, and caused immense sadness or regret for those involved.
I know I'll blame myself for the rest of my life.
The singer feels responsible for the negative outcome, and believes that he will forever carry the weight of his actions.
Contributed by Chase K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Julián Nüesch
R.Kriwaczek es un gran músico. Adoro su obra.
Rodrigo E. Torres
!!Que extraño!! pero me gusta ¿Es dark cabaret o que, donde puedo conseguir más informacion de la banda?
Jim Devlin
tremendous!