Written from the perspective of a long-ago male friend.
In the darkness and I froze
My dark-eyed desert Lily
Blushed an asiatic rose
I know I shouldna done it
My anger sealed the deal
And now a naked shard of glass
Inside me never heals
And I've got the blues, baby
I've got the Broken Window Blues
Nothin' to win, nothin' to lose'
I've got the Broken Window Blues
I met a fair fine woman
And you know I held her tight
But somethin' deep inside me
Just didn't feel all right
Can't say I didn't try, now
I did what a man could do
But that jagged piece of glass baby
You know I think it cut her too
Now she's got the blues, baby
She's got the Broken Window Blues
Nothin' to win and everything to lose
She's got the Broken Window Blues
Although others may find me
You and I are never through
'Cause that ragged piece of glass, babe
It reminds me of you
Wrapped up in the music
The edge's growing dull
Sometimes it's not so bad now, babe
Sometimes it hurts like hell
Don't try to tell me baby
Broken Window Blues'll go away
I may not have class but I know I've got glass
And these Broken Window Blues are here to stay.
October 2008
Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2010-12-30 at 19:19
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Broken Window Blues
I looked into your windowIn the darkness and I froze
My dark-eyed desert Lily
Blushed an asiatic rose
I know I shouldna done it
My anger sealed the deal
And now a naked shard of glass
Inside me never heals
And I've got the blues, baby
I've got the Broken Window Blues
Nothin' to win, nothin' to lose'
I've got the Broken Window Blues
I met a fair fine woman
And you know I held her tight
But somethin' deep inside me
Just didn't feel all right
Can't say I didn't try, now
I did what a man could do
But that jagged piece of glass baby
You know I think it cut her too
Now she's got the blues, baby
She's got the Broken Window Blues
Nothin' to win and everything to lose
She's got the Broken Window Blues
Although others may find me
You and I are never through
'Cause that ragged piece of glass, babe
It reminds me of you
Wrapped up in the music
The edge's growing dull
Sometimes it's not so bad now, babe
Sometimes it hurts like hell
Don't try to tell me baby
Broken Window Blues'll go away
I may not have class but I know I've got glass
And these Broken Window Blues are here to stay.
October 2008
Poetry by Nancy Sikora
Read 642 times
Written on 2010-12-30 at 19:19
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