A Down and Dusky Blonde -God Help the Girl I fried my head I'm not a brunette I'm a down and dusky blonde I am living in a tree When I lie in bed I see Beyond my lover's head the moon I hear the rain I am conscious of my voice as a tool It's more demure Than your friend the singing queen With her matinee good looks She talks like talking from a book I speak the language of my village of my street But I need a friend and I choose you I tell you the way I feel The truth is crushing like a heel I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too Tell me tales of punk rocking girls It's a dim and distant page But I mostly blame my age Please make allowances for me I do not see It's a drag that you're getting old I love to think about the year When we sobbed and then we cheered The town deserted like a film Your torso crushing me Into the country and the tunnels and the fields But I need a friend and I choose you I tell you the way I feel The truth is crushing like a heel I will forget the kiss and feel if you will do I read a book a day Like an apple But I did not eat And so the doctor came to me He said a woman does not live By the printed word Forgive yourself and eat Autumn sped along outside Trick photography on speed I was locked inside a room They made a deal They would control The simple things like bodies But I kept my soul When I needed someone I chose you Because the fledgling soul awakes And on the balcony she quakes And she is waiting for the sign And when the brother does not come And when the sister's much to you She chooses you
[00:00.00]A Down and Dusky Blonde -God Help the Girl [00:17.181]I fried my head [00:18.491]I'm not a brunette [00:20.611]I'm a down and dusky blonde [00:24.421]I am living in a tree [00:27.851]When I lie in bed I see [00:31.971]Beyond my lover's head the moon [00:35.151]I hear the rain [00:41.211]I am conscious of my voice as a tool [00:44.891]It's more demure [00:48.321]Than your friend the singing queen [00:52.01]With her matinee good looks [00:55.871]She talks like talking from a book [00:59.921]I speak the language of my village of my street [01:09.251]But I need a friend and I choose you [01:12.121]I tell you the way I feel [01:15.991]The truth is crushing like a heel [01:19.921]I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too [01:29.171]Tell me tales of punk rocking girls [01:32.601]It's a dim and distant page [01:36.471]But I mostly blame my age [01:39.961]Please make allowances for me [01:43.211]I do not see [01:49.11]It's a drag that you're getting old [01:51.821]I love to think about the year [01:55.691]When we sobbed and then we cheered [01:59.621]The town deserted like a film [02:04.241]Your torso crushing me [02:07.681]Into the country and the tunnels and the fields [02:17.131]But I need a friend and I choose you [02:20.61]I tell you the way I feel [02:23.811]The truth is crushing like a heel [02:27.741]I will forget the kiss and feel if you will do [03:16.911]I read a book a day [03:18.911]Like an apple [03:20.591]But I did not eat [03:23.961]And so the doctor came to me [03:27.771]He said a woman does not live [03:32.81]By the printed word [03:34.141]Forgive yourself and eat [03:41.501]Autumn sped along outside [03:44.751]Trick photography on speed [03:47.551]I was locked inside a room [03:52.671]They made a deal [03:54.171]They would control [03:56.721]The simple things like bodies [03:59.161]But I kept my soul [04:05.591]When I needed someone I chose you [04:08.711]Because the fledgling soul awakes [04:12.781]And on the balcony she quakes [04:16.651]And she is waiting for the sign [04:20.831]And when the brother does not come [04:24.861]And when the sister's much to you [04:27.721]She chooses you
