Jewel

Painters – Jewel

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by they remind her of her lover, how he left
her
And of times long ago when she used color carelessly, painted his
portrait
A thousand times – or maybe just his smile –
And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
‘Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely
world
Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
He put water colored roses in her hair
He said, “Love, I love you, I want to give you the mountains, the
sunshine, the sunset too”
I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me
‘Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely
world
So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, they made it an art
to live by
They painted every, passion every home, created every beautiful child
In the winter they were weavers of warmth, in the summer they were
carpenters of love
They thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow
‘Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely
world
Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
And in her heart she knew something was wrong
She went running through the orchard screaming
‘No God, don’t take him from me!’
But by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
She got to where he lay, water colored roses in his hands for her
She threw them down screaming, ‘Damn you man, don’t leave me
With nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold
portraits
to remind me!’
He said, ‘Love I only leave, but only a little, try to understand
I put my soul in this life we’ve created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little, this world holds me still
My body may die now, but these paintings are real’
So many seasons came and so many seasons went
And many times she saw her love’s face watering the flowers
Talking to the trees and singing to his children
And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening
And how he seemed to laugh along, an how he seemed to hold her when
she was crying
‘Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely
world
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover, how he left
her
And of times long ago when she used color carelessly, painted his
portrait
A thousand times – or maybe just his smile –
And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
Yes, she and her canvas still follow
‘Cause they were painters, and they had painting themselves, a lovely
world

By admin on October 7, 2013 | P Song Lyrics | 24 comments
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Jewel – Daddy

My bones are tired, Daddy
I don’t get enough sleep, I don’t eat as good as I should, Daddy
What’s that say about me?
Sometimes I sleep past noon, Daddy
Drink lots of black coffee and I smoke like a chimney
Yes, I left the refrigerator door half open, Daddy
What’s that say about me?
Sometimes I want to rip out your throat, Daddy
For all those things you said that were mean
Gonna make you just as vulnerable as I was, Daddy
What’s that say about me?
Sometimes I want to bash in your teeth, Daddy
Gonna use your tongue as a stamp
Gonna rip your heart out the way you did mine, Daddy
Go ahead and psychoanalyze that
‘Cause I’m your creation, I’m your love, Daddy
Grew up to be and do all those sick things you said I’d do
Well last night I saw you sneak out your window with your white hood,
Daddy
What’s that say about you?
I’m sloppy, what’s that say about you?
I’m messy, what’s that say about you?
My bones are tired, DaddyCheck out more Lyrics from Jewel. 
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By admin on March 26, 2012 | D Song Lyrics | 216 comments
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