Ragdoll Princes & Junkyard Queens

RAGDOLL PRINCES & JUNKYARD QUEENS

(Antje Duvekot)

so you've come to this place

you've come a long way

you've got dust in your hair

and after all this time you're still crazy as hell

there were ragdoll-pinces, junkyard-queens

blessed by the homeless on dirty streets

first they drag you down, then they fall at your feet

and all the girls with their curls,

with their buttons and their pearls

you chased them down, you never cared if they were real

they touched your hand, took your rose

and then they blew away like smoke

but they sure left you breathless

down the road you rambled and you roamed

and you carried your home

on the souls of your shoes you were looking for truth

and a love that could put some meat on your bones

but you lost yourself inside those sounds,

in the dimestore riches and the carnival crowds

and your shooting star it was burning out

and all the girls with their curls,

with their buttons and their pearls

you chased them down, you never cared if they were real

they touched your hand, took your rose

and then they blew away like smoke

but they sure left you breathless

on the razor blade of freedom

in the heat of your own flame

lies a loneliness napoleon couldnt cross

but how can you go back to your fishbowl

once you've flown with the phoenix

you may never sleep again

once you've seen that southern cross

and all the girls with their curls,

with their buttons and their pearls

you chased them down, you never cared if they were real

they touched your hand, took your rose

and then they blew away like smoke

but they sure left you breathless