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Turn and Believe
Original lyrics by Leslie Fish, tune traditional; these lyrics © 2000-2004 Katt Thrasher



This originally went on my "Parodies" page, which no longer exists. This is the only one of my "parodies" that I kept, because it's the only one I like.

This is loosely based on the song of the same name on "Folk Songs for Solar Sailors", but it has nothing to do with "Star Trek". I pretty much took the idea of Person A asking Person B emotionally-related questions and went from there. This version is about my dad's reaction to my dating a man ten years my senior when I was a teenager. (That man and I are now engaged.)




Chorus:
When will you turn and believe what I'm telling you?
I can't stop loving, although you decry.
Not all your words can undo that reality—
When will you turn and believe me?

Your logic is muddled from starting to end;
You denounce and distrust, while still I defend,
For he who you hate is my dearest friend—
When will you turn and believe me?

(chorus)

I've seen you as troubled as troubled can be,
Yet these past fifteen years you've not cared much for me.
And now you 'protect' and too late decree—
When will you turn and believe me?

(chorus)

I am as different as water from flame,
Yet you can't even tell, nor use the right name,
But yet you act like you still have a claim—
When will you turn and believe me?

(chorus)

No longer my father, just a stranger called 'dad,'
Who comes interfering and making me sad.
You've no right to care now, if you ever had,
For you've never tried to know who I am.

Final chorus:
Why don't you care about all that I'm telling you?
I'm not that girl that you knew long ago.
Now I'm a woman, but you cannot see—
Why don't you care any more for me?
Did you ever even care for me?





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