Slimcea Girl is a song sung by Siobhan de Maré, of the Mono (UK band).
Title: Slimcea Girl Singer: Siobhan de Maré Lyrics: ? Music: ?
As she walked down the street The rain began to fall He called out But she passed on by Like she never noticed him at all Then the words of the song Remind her of those days Sees herself in the face of a stranger Sat in a station road cafe She remembers the day When things were going her way Only memories remain of The way she used to be Way she used to be She stays home every night And exaggerates her past Now he knows That slimcea girl And she lives alone in Prozac Park All the old photographs Were never thrown away She looks through them For what made her cry And then she decides live for today She remembers the day When things were going her way Only memories remain of The way she used to be Way she used to be “Why don't you come to me ?” “… I'll come with you” The way she used to be Way she used to be She'll never go back again The way she used to be Way she used to be She'll never go back again
O, the ephemeralness of blossoms.
Slimcea seems to be a trademark of a dieting bread, i.e. advertised to women who wishes to stay slim. (if you know more about Slimcea bread, please let me know.)
Look at the lyrics:
Now he knows That slimcea girl And she lives alone in Prozac Park
How cruel a world, just yesterday he is ignored like a stone. But now she has told him where she lives, and that she lives alone in Prozac Park! Prozac is a anti-depressant.
And look at the English idiom: “When things were going her way”. When things are not going your way, things are not well. You want things to go your way, as opposed to away. You want to be noticed, and be of interest.
Here's another great song of Mono sung by Siobhan de Maré, called Life in Mono. Note the word Ingénue.
Title: Life in Mono Singer: Siobhan de Maré Lyrics: ? Music: Martin Virgo?
The stranger sang a theme From someone else's dream The leaves began to fall And no one spoke at all But I can't seem to recall When you came along Ingénue Ingénue I just don't know what to do The tree-lined avenue Begins to fade from view Drowning past regrets In tea and cigarettes But I can't seem to forget When you came along Ingénue Ingénue I just don't know what to do Ingénue I just don't know what to do Ingénue I just don't know what to do Ingénue I just don't know what to do Ingénue