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

My Friend, My Judas
(Dee Shipman / Charles Aznavour)

To judge from someone's face
Has never been too easy
They come into our lives
And make themselves at home
They temper every phrase
Play any part to please
Whatever you require
They rapidly become

They're at your beck and call
Available and willing
No sacrifice too high
No compromise too base
Ingratiating crawl
Their sugar-coated pill
Makes truth become a lie
That you'd prefer to face

So, my friend
Just play the game and carry on
Grovel and fawn to win my favour
Say I'm the closest to your heart
Swear your devotion will not waver
Loyal until death us do part
Come, be all laughs, humble, disarming
Say I am charming, in my prime
Tell me I'm witty, I have style
Please, go on, flatter and beguile me
Why not? It doesn't cost a dime!

They make each burden light
Take care of every headache
They ease the daily grind
To simplify our lives
They smile and say "goodnight"
And tuck us into bed
When, by mistake, they find
Us sleeping with their wives!

They dance a merry reel
They fool for our amusement
They never once complain
Pretending life's a farce
They drop their pants and kneel
Accepting the abuse
So we don't have to strain
To kick them in the arse!

So, my friend
Imagine I am still naive
That I believe your shrewd deception
And praise my intellect and mind
Define my infinite perfection
In choice of paintings and of wine
Eat all my caviar with a ladle
Drink my champagne like lemonade
Think of the gold you've stashed away
My sweat and blood became your money
Your fortune is the price I've paid

So, my friend
You're not the joker, you're the king
Who, in the wings, where darkness lingers
My strings suspended from your hands
Manipulate me with your fingers
I must submit to your commands
Parasite, and lord of leeches
When you have squeezed this lemon dry
You will deny me, double-cross
Toss me away, you will betray me
For thirty silver coins of dross..........

You are free
Now, let it end...
Crucify me!


All lyrics and all texts are copyright Dee Shipman and no unauthorised use will be permitted