Music Monday #1
(In order to liven the place up a bit, I’ve decided to start a recurring theme, Music Monday. Every other Monday, I’ll post a song and lyrics– where applicable– for everyone to enjoy.)
I kept an angel
In a box beneath my bed
Little beast had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
But I know I saw
That she was doing good, till the cat got her
And I came to write a letter
But my pen was full of hymns
I came to drown a sorrow
It seems they’ve learned to swim
Mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline
It’s late
I’m still at the sewing machine
Stitching up strays fifteen years
But this one’s mean
But I fixed you up
When they said you were past repair
And I stitched you up
I thread a needle with my hair
And I fixed you up
When you were still a common sparrow
But look whose on the shoulder now when the road goes narrow
I kept an angel
In a box beneath my bed
Little bitch had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
But I know I saw
That she was doing good, until the cat got her
Well I’m putting you out of my misery
We ain’t got much but we’ve got history
It was a mercy kill
No
It was a suicide
No
It was an accident
No
Well at least I tried
Wait soft drugs and seam ripper
Tough love and tape measure
Stitching up boys is different that way
You fix a bird you buy it a cage
You fix a man
You fix a man, and he flies away
When I ran out of thread
I couldn’t let go
But that’s not sewing
That’s, that’s just poking holes
And it’s a strange breed
A different kind of creature
That looks for love through the eye of a needle
But the creed of the seamstress is
That you’re pretty in pieces
I kept an angel
In a box beneath my bed
Little beast had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
But I know I saw
She was doing good, until the cat got her
Take a seat and let me get a look at your face
Busted, back’s been broke for days
Not much, little something for the pain
Don’t fuss, or we’ll never get a seam to lay straight
And I keep it clean as I can adjust
Adjust the machine in a mattress plus
I never did need for a pattern
Just some good restraints and my bedside manner
When I ran out of thread, I couldn’t let go
But that’s not sewing, that’s, that’s just poking holes
When I ran out of thread, I couldn’t let go
But that’s not sewing, that’s, that’s just poking holes
