Constanța

by Robin Mitchell

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Project Romanian Rescue ("PRR") is charity that is very close to my heart. They work with vulnerable children in Romania, and my visit to their centre years ago inspired me to write the song Constanța.

Without a dramatic increase in funding, they may be forced to stop doing the amazing work they currently undertake, which would be a tragedy. If you would like to help, you can donate directly (see visitprr.org for details), or you can 'pay what you like' to download my track, and all proceeds will go directly to PRR.


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the song is dedicated to Anna, who said she liked my guitar playing, and gave me the most heartwrenching hug of my entire life.


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lyrics

Georgiana, lying in a stable in Constanța
your brother's standing guard outside the door
keeps you safe but I don't know what for
ain't a life worth living here, sounds kinda cruel, now don't it dear?
but truth can be unkind and kick you when you're on the floor

little brother, throwing stones to keep the dogs at bay
but aren't you just another lonely stray?
daddy's either drunk or dying, mamma's all tired out
and even Father Christmas doesn't bother coming this far south

when it rains, think of me only
when it rains, I see a city hanging upside down
in all the puddles on the ground
and a city upside down is where I want to be

there's not a soul for miles and miles and miles and miles around
sure there's people here but they don't got no soul
once again darlin' you're looking at me like I'm talking cruel
well, don't listen to me sweetie, I'm just a foolish fool
I see things that aren't even there but my eyes don't see what's in front of me

on the railtracks, a horse is chewing at the grass
the grass is full of broken bottles, plastic wrappers, cigarettes
the memories are places I will not forget
and I cannot get my head around the mess of it

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released August 1, 2011
written, performed, recorded and produced by Robin Mitchell

illustration by Ellen Hardiman

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