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  1. Bluebird

From the recording Laced

Lyrics

*Words by Charles Bukowski*

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 whores 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 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 that you’re there
So don’t be sad.
Then I put him back,
But he’s still singing a little in there,
I haven’t quite let him die
And we sleep together like that
With our secret pack
And it’s nice enough to make a man weep
But I don’t weep
Do you?