This track's words are not that of our own. It is a work of the great Charles Bukowski, "Bluebird". This is just our interpretation of the song. Some of the lyrics are not the exact words of Bukowski.
lyrics
* "Bluebird", written by the great Charles Bukowski. This is just our interpretation of the poem. Some of the lyrics are not exact.*
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I'm too tough for him.
I say stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke,
and the w****s and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I'm too tough for him, I say stay down,
do you want to mess me up?
do you want to screw up the works?
do you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.
I say I know you're there, so don't be sad.
and then I put him back
But he's singing a little in there,
I haven't quite let him die.
And we sleep together like that, with our secret pact,
and it's nice enough to make a man weep.
But I don't weep, Do you?
By Abraham_lbc. Leon, Spain
lyrics
* "Bluebird", written by the great Charles Bukowski. This is just our interpretation of the poem. Some of the lyrics are not exact.*
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I'm too tough for him.
I say stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke,
and the w****s and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I'm too tough for him, I say stay down,
do you want to mess me up?
do you want to screw up the works?
do you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.
I say I know you're there, so don't be sad.
and then I put him back
But he's singing a little in there,
I haven't quite let him die.
And we sleep together like that, with our secret pact,
and it's nice enough to make a man weep.
But I don't weep, Do you?
By Abraham_lbc. Leon, Spain