Last Drive in Marseilles (by Ruth Roshan)

We met when I was just seventeen
I loved you before
You're driving through the streets of Marseilles
You're angry, I'm bored
The rain is bucketing down
I long to stray
What's this, you think the car's broken down
You're walking away

To drois me quitter tout a l'heure
On dirait qu'il pleut dans tes yeux
(meaning:  you must leave me know, I see it is raining in your eyes)

We met when I was far too young
I love you no more
I'm driving through the streets of Marseilles
Your gestures ignored
The rain has turned to hail now
You'll wish I'd stayed
Au revoir, unfortunate one
I'm driving away

Tango for a Girl Child (by Ruth Roshan)

A young mother walks through streets and alleyways holding the hand of her girl child. 
The child’s large brown eyes already see there is rubbish blowing about in the wind and she knows to avoid edges and shadows with their "Stones" in urine smell.

But the child feels the love which bursts her mother’s heart through her hand and she points out a trinket from a packet of crisps. The child’s joy penetrates her mother and she start to sing…

Creep to my bed at the hour of dawn … we will sleep in embrace … keep each other warm.     Smile … let me absorb your joy.  Oh my girl, my girl, my girl.
 
Time passes.  The child is almost grown, the mother … not so young.  Some boys are leaning against a wall and the mother knows they are watching her child on the cusp of womanhood.  

She knows that type of boy … how he would be if she weren’t there.  And she knows she is not always there, will not always be there.  Love and rage fill her eyes with tears and she steels herself for the final departure of the child in her child …
Creep to me at the hour of dawn … we will sleep in embrace … keep each other warm.     Smile … let me absorb your joy.  Oh my girl, my girl, my girl.

My girl, my girl
Humm

Strange Games (by Ruth Roshan)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLt-NEc-OS0

You take my arm and hold it tightly
We go downstairs, I quiver slightly
Your face is pale, your arms are slender
In certain lights you could seem tender

The air is cold, tonight you’re gentle
You tie the ropes and fetch the candles
A shaft of moonlight through the window
You turn and tell me that I must be still.

Strange games in our secret play
You’ve made sure that I will stay
You know I always go along
With anything you want

Take me from life’s masquerade
Seal me in your velvet cape
The gentle moonlight on your skin
The pain begins…

Instrumental

We drink the wine, we dance the tango
My heart beats fast, oh where will this go
A passing cloud obscures the moonlight
A promise broken in the dead of night

Spare me from your sharpened blade
Strange games wish I’d never played
My God what happened to our long
Forbidden song?

Free me from this tourniquet
Hold me in your velvet cape
The dark illumines consequence
Strips me of defense
My journey ends.