Lyrics

white powder

she was eight when she saw her dreams
wrapped up in pink dancing shoes
collected pictures of ballet faces
wondered if she’d get that far

at seventeen she’d made the part
our first leading lady
offers came from every city
train’s whistle the last goodbye

striving seems to keep you strong
but on the top you weaken
as she fell into his arms
and the deadly needle …christine

when she danced she came alive
heads turned and eyes smiled
tears don’t stay on your face
when you dance … christine

with money and pleasure gone
memories in her head
white powder in your soul
poisons love and longing

you go where the livings cheap
seeking comfort on the street
your doors open anytime
but the men don’t bring champagne

now the side street is her stage
red light hides her age
when she wears those dancing shoes
time stands still for christine

when she danced she came alive
heads turned and eyes smiled
tears don’t stay on your face
when you dance … christine

tomorrow she’ll be rising on the wind
tonight she’ll close her eyes and dance again
tomorrow she’ll be rising on the wind
tonight she’ll dream of being eight again

© jennifer campbell 2006

A `tale of tragedy’, Christine is the child in all of us
who dreams of being someone or doing something
when we `grow up’.
There is a passion in dreaming and a discipline in striving
with loss of vision and purpose, life can become drug numbed and barren