Judy G. Songtext
von Weeping Tile

Well, I used to write lists
I used to like this
What would I miss if I was gone?
I said, "Don′t steal my story"
And then I was sorry
I feel bad when you do
Is that wrong?

And I don't know a jazz chord
Or write like I′m lovelorn
There's so much in everything most times
At others you feel trapped
And too proud to act mad
Do they know what goes on in your mind?

When every death sonnet
Has got your name on it
There's no Judy Garland
In her Easter bonnet
It′s not like you wanted it
Here, less clear


Well, he mailed a postcard
Sent from the same city
To her only permanent place

And it made her happy
And tired of self-pity
Only looking for a place
Eyes follow her finger
Down the right column
To circle and then put away

Too far out of town
And no money down
It′s still more than I'm willing to pay

When every death sonnet
Has got your name on it
There′s no Judy Garland
In her Easter bonnet
It's not like you wanted it
Here, less clear

I want you to know that I′m right
I want you to know that I'm right
Well, I want you to know that I′m right

Here, less clear