Songs For Sorrow

Blue Eyes

Your heart is broken
To your surprise
You’re sick of crying
For blue eyes
So tired of living
Misunderstood
You think you’re a woman
I think you should go…

…For sorrow is so peculiar
Comes in a day
Then it will never leave you
You take a pill
Wonder if it will fix you
Then wonder why
Sorrow has never left you

Blue eyes, blue eyes
What’s the matter, matter?
Blue eyes, blue eyes
What’s the matter, matter?
So blind, so blind
What’s the matter, matter?
Blue eyes, blue eyes
What’s the matter with you?

Your heart got broken
On the underground
Go find your spirit
In the lost and found
I’ve been watching
How you behave
Not much like a lover
More like a slave

Oh sorrow is so peculiar
Comes in a day
Then it will never leave you
You take a pill
Wonder if it will fix you
Then wonder why
Sorrow has never left you

Blue eyes, blue eyes
What’s the matter, matter?
Blue eyes, blue eyes
What’s the matter, matter?
So blind, so blind
What’s the matter, matter?
Blue eyes, blue eyes
What’s the matter with you?

Lady Jane

Lady Jane the river saint
Special yes, but lucky ain’t
Lady Jane said she walked on water
But she never had a man to show
Then one day when she found a fella
She was eager just to let him know
Lady Jane she walked on water
Followed by her brand new lover
Who tumbled along
Drowning down below

Lady Jane did not abort
For legends are never made that short
Now be sure when you listen to this
Here’s the reason you should never eat fish
Convinced he’d become a creature of the sea
She cut off her feet and jumped into the deep
And never stopped looking for
Her lover below

Lady Jane the river fish
Became the worlds most wanted dish
And though no man would dare to catch
Something who’s beauty we could never match
But when some emperor from a far away state
Said “I order you to get that fish’s head on my plate!”
They killed little Lady Jane

You emperor of a distant land
The only man who didn’t understand
Although you think you’ve got your prize
There’s another fish that has escaped your eyes
Lady Jane, her lover’s there
Swimming through the ocean with a desperate air
Looking for lady Jane
He’s looking for lady Jane

Lonely Alcoholic

You’re a lonely alcoholic
With a tendency to whine
Well you speak it
And you drink it
And bore us all the time
Say you drink out of your sorrow
For you’ve got no one to love
But tell me,
Who could cuddle up
To a lonely alcoholic?

You’re a stressed out single mother
Who has clearly been harassed
Well you can’t predict the future
For you can’t erase the past
Cuz your baby is growing
Anywhere but up
So join the line and get the dole
For the stressed out single mothers

I’m a mediocre writer
Who sings all of the time
Writing songs about misfortunes
And other peoples crimes
Oh they say that I am doing
My duty to the world
Or you could say that that is onerous
I’m just craving to be heard

Please tell me who will listen
To the problems of our lives
There are kids who just don’t eat enough
And men with many wives
If we’re all together screaming
Why can’t we make a sound
Oh cuz the dirt on which we’re stepping
Is the one in which
We will be found

Toy Boy

I’m a wind up toy
In an up-down world
If you leave me all alone
I’ll make a mess for sure

I’ve a heart of gold
In the smallest size
Leave me in the dark
You never hear me cry

More than an illustration
Points of articulation
Come to life on a brass spring
Such a wonderful plaything

It’s a cruel cross
That I have to bear
If you come a little close
I’m going to pull your hair

More than just a toy
In a patched blue suit
When you hold me in your arms
I’m just a boy like you

But your momma thought
There was something wrong
Didn’t want you sleeping
With a boy too long

It’s a serious thing
In a grown-up world
Maybe you’d be better
With a Barbie girl

You knew that
I adored ya
But you left me in georgia
Toys are not sentimental;
How could i be for rental?

She’s the meanest hag
That has ever been
Pulled out my insides
With an old safety pin

I’m the sorest sight
Now i feel like trash
Clothes are made of rags
And they don’t even match

So she dressed me up
As the man she loved
And threw me in a box
When she had had enough

Now the light of day
I no longer see
She stuck her voodoo pins
Where my eyes used to be

Accidentally tragic
Victim of her black magic
Had a boy once who loved me
Now he’s so afraid of me

On a long lost day
When you’re grey and old
You’ll be there remembering
Your old toy boy

When your only son ‘s
Wondering what to be
Tell him the story of
A boy like me
Oooooo
Oooooooo

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