Song Title: Don’t Save Me
Songwriter: Beth Thornley
Los Angeles, California
Source of Inspiration: The House
of Mirth
Author: Edith Wharton
How to reach Beth: stiffttipsmusic@aol.com
Beth's URL: www.beththornley.com
Quote from the songwriter:
Lily Bart lived in a time when women had very few choices,
were told how to behave, what to think and were hemmed in by
the parameters set by society. These parameters were set
up under the guise of being "protective", "helpful",
and "morally right". Still today, there are
cultures all over the world that would like to impose their
interpretation of "protective", "helpful",
and "morally right" on people, and especially on women,
in (for example) areas of Afghanistan, the middle east, and
Africa in order to "save and protect". Under
this thinking, women are forced to weigh and balance the often
limiting and harsh expectations of their society verses their
own happiness, self-expression and well being. They comply
outwardly but they struggle as anyone would who is oppressed
"for their own good". In the broader spectrum,
this encompasses both men and women because as humans we all
want to be free to find and live our personal beliefs. Hence,
the title and message of the song, "Don’t Save Me".
Lyrics to the song:
Just for a moment we’ll play it your way.
Give me the clothes and we’ll see how it goes.
But don’t forget it’s a luxury, this little whim
And if I can’t trick ‘em they won’t let me
in
This corset takes my breath but I’ll play along.
Without it are you afraid I’ll come undone?
Now you’ve completed your task with warmest disregard
And you say it’s a start. I say Lily bart. So
Don’t save me.
Don’t save me.
Don’t save me.
You’ve done enough
Now that I’m in, I’d rather be out.
But that first step’s a bitch: it’s a long way down.
And these shoes never fit. There’s not even a prize.
But your mood has lifted; you fought the good fight. So
Don’t save me.
Don’t save me.
Don’t save me.
You’ve done enough.
You could come clean.
This stuff you heaped is rather cruel.
Don’t you think?
Your good intent is dispensed with such pretense it’s
left me bent.
I recognize this exercise as your attempt to canonize and I
don’t need more of your kind deeds.
Don’t save me.
Don’t save me.
Don’t save me.
You’ve done enough.
© Beth Thornley
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