Forough Farrokhzad

INTRO 

Disheveled hair 

Ink-stained hands 

A crumpled mind 

 

VERSE 1 

“The girl who painted her cheeks 

With geranium leaves”

Oh grief, oh grief. 

 

Sew her skirt with riot and rhyme 

Congeniality 

The one tree she could never climb 

 

CHORUS 

Starved artist 

Filled to the brim 

Spilling over 

Her chalice of “sin”

 

Her pretty matrimony is 

the end of the road, 

out of sight, 

Out of mind, 

 

Out of her mind 

She's out of her mind 

 

VERSE 2 

Pretty young lady, 

Wear away in wind and rain. 

 

“My faceless grave remain 

Undisturbed by 

 

Tales of me, 

And tales of shame”

 

BRIDGE 

 

I’ll moan and scream and bite 

Fervent fingers jotting and soaked 

In the dark of candlelight 

 

My pages filled 

With your iconoclasts 

You're brightness

 

I’ll be everything 

They despised of us 

I'll be…

 

CHORUS 

Starved artist 

Filled to the brim 

Spilling over 

Her chalice of “sin”

 

Her pretty matrimony Is 

the end of the road, 

out of sight, 

Out of mind, 

 

Out of her mind 

She's out of her mind 

 

I'll read your mind