Tiger Lady was produced for the LP 'The Nine Lives of Muriel Spark' in conjunction with the exhibition 'Scottish Tiger Lady' by Michael Curran at Generator Projects, Dundee 10/2018 celebrating the centenary of the birth of the author Muriel Spark. Read more about Tiger Lady here: tinyurl.com/y3zkepoh
lyrics
TIGER LADY
It is easy to look back and paint a picture of how things went. At the time it was all unclear.
He was entirely aware of the image making process.
She took it for granted that she would be photographed with him, after all she was an actress.
She had the capacity for achieving the most impressive effects by the most superficial means.
Her face had changed, as if by action of many famous cameras.
He was jealous of her career.
He was hypnotized by a sense of the enormity of his deception.
His actor’s good looks had sunk into his cheekbones and eye sockets.
As her husband, he presented a very good public image indeed.
He could have played the part well had he not been inhibited by the idea of revolt from his marriage.
“You never feel the part, do you?
What do you mean, when I’m acting I’m working
It’s what I began to make of you that you’ve partly become.
Before I made you the Tiger-Lady, you didn’t even look like a lady in public, never mind a tiger in private.”
What is personality but the effect one has on others? Life is all the achievement of an effect. Only the animals remain natural.
She spoke like the jab of a needle, and watched to see if her words had gone in. He seemed aware that she was trying to stick a pointed idea into his mind.
The range of emotion was as grand as grand opera.
He wanted to leave her, and made up his mind that he would do so, eventually.
He disappears for a week, throws a party, without telling her, and without showing up himself,
and then commits suicide.
Oh, the treachery.
Having awoken from the dead sleep of arrested hysteria.
She felt cold with a coldness that nothing could warm.
You are a beautiful shell, like something washed up on the sea-shore, a collector’s item, perfectly formed– but empty, devoid of all life it once held.
She felt neither free nor unfree.
She’s, as an empty shell contains, by its very structure, the echo and harking image of former and former seas.
credits
from HEX FUZZ,
released July 12, 2019
lyrics : Muriel Spark with slight variations and vox by Trish Lyons
music and post-production : Gordon Dawson
vox recorded at NMMP Studios Guadalajara, Mexico.
Sound engineer Neil Damy
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