Lucia - Lyrics

[bury the year]

[align=center]Lucia

 

The woman that’s framed in lies and ivory

A mail-order bride from some far-away country.

Her visage smudged out, a new face drawn in

For a resettled life to finally begin

With her promised man.

 

(toss her, toss her, toss her right over)

 

She doesn’t have a wisp of what she shall start.

Her only belonging: the old dusty heart

That she locked in a steam trunk, and carried aboard

While waving goodbye, without even mourning

The land that she lost.

 

The breadbasket’s empty, so, sons, go ashore

And find the fair girl you know you’d adore.

Make sure that she knows that she’ll be your dear,

But 'member she’ll expire sometime next year.

 

She does “Titanic”, she stands at the keel

She puts them together, about-face, her heels

Click together, and she wishes for speed

To get to that place, where the only deed

To her life is held.

 

(tossing, tossing, tossing her over)

 

A foreign lady in a bizarre land

With concrete trees and praying hands.

A lone rosary entwines her neck

Quite faintly, just barely, she hears the beck

And call of her beau.

 

The breadbasket’s empty, so, sons, go ashore

And find the fair girl you know you’d adore.

Make sure that she knows that she’ll be your dear,

But 'member she’ll expire sometime next year.

 

Now the girl, the innocent bride, lies

Face-down in a puddle, reflecting the sky’s

Sad somber face, for a mislead lady

Who was pulled, dragged down into Hades’

Uncaring cold hands.

 

(tossed, tossed, she’s been tossed over)

 

No breath flutters at her chest,

No tramps come by to pay respects.

No memories float from her shattered face,

The one that had been so carefully traced

From old catalogs.

 

The breadbasket’s empty, so, sons, go ashore

(toss her, toss her, toss her right over)

And find the fair girl you know you’d adore.

(tossing, tossing, tossing her over)

Make sure that she knows that she’ll be your dear,

(tossed, tossed, she’s been tossed over)

But 'member she’ll expire sometime next year.

(sink slowly, slowly, slowly down)

 

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I was almost thinking a sea-shanty-esque tone to this one that I wrote up. Constructive criticism is appreciated.[/align]