Songwriter, Author & Master Coach
Helping people to write their own tickets to success...

Dee Shipman  Dee Shipman  Dee Shipman

"Every song I have translated is well translated, the one who works on the very difficult songs with me is Dee Shipman. I know her telephone number by heart, and her fax. It goes back and forth - 'No! I don't like this word!' And she comes back and says 'Because you don't understand English!' So I have to convince her and she has to convince me, and the rapport is fantastic." 

- Charles Aznavour

(Dee Shipman / Charles Aznavour)

No I am not what they believe 
And I am not what they perceive 
Though they imagine that they know me 
Inside I’m taller than my size 
Only the heart’s unerring eyes 
Can truly show me 

Although I clown the wastrel ham 
Debauched and drowning in absinthe 
Indulging every aberration 
I know my fate within my soul 
Paris and painting are my goal 
My destination 

From Father, noble and effete 
Who could not recognise his seed 
In me, his own grotesque creation 
To my mother crucified 
A child immobile,l would hide 
In stories and imagination 

Escaping from the château life 
With canvas, brush, and palette knife 
To leave behind me all my demons 

To find a world a world apart 
Which practiced only love and art 
And really lived as true Bohemians 

I’m not seductive, have no grace 
But I’ve known pleasure in embracing 
Girls of light and easy virtue 

The heavy girls who dance can-can 
In vulgar joints, exhaust a man……. 
But seldom hurt you 

Disguising feelings and this form 
Flirting with ridicule and scorn
Forgetting all in drunk defences 

Vomiting more than gall and shame 
More than my title and my name 
More than my senses 

I am a tempest of defiling 
Contradiction and denial 
A traitor to my class and forebears 

For in my weakness I confess 
I think it nobler to possess 
The dignity an honest whore bears 

Who some will sneer at with disdain 
Judging my size and faults and pain 
From heights of ponderous pretension 

They are the midgets to my eyes 
Lower than insects, I despise 
These cretin dwarfs of condescension 

No I am not what they believe 
And I am not what they perceive 
Explore the cripple God has made me 

Beyond the creature, look inside 
These ugly walls they so deride 
Is beauty hidden there?
WeIl, maybe……………. 




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