Purple Blues. A poem and lyrics.

Lyrics to a song I wrote a few years back. Written in memory  of two French teenage girls who threw themselves from a cliff over broken hearts.

Sometimes youth doesn’t know what it can endure. It doesn’t know that the hurt will go away, that it won’t be like that for ever. Youth is ignorant due to its inherent lack of experience.

 

It was some kind of blues, some kind of purple blues

That comes when the heart gets it too much, when it can’t take it all.

She thought her veins were kindda blues, some kind of purple blues,

She was breathing death thru her hair and hell thru her eyes.

She was all kind of blues and her soul was so bruised,

She couldn’t tell she was alive, she couldn’t tell at all.

And she’d say:

” Why don’t you let me tell your name

To the dead girl in my head?

Why don’t you let me tell your name

To the dead girl in my head?

She is so strong,

She is so sweet,

She’s all I got,

And I’ll never be home.”

 The sky was kind of purple blues, looked like a quite scar,

Just like the one in her mind, the ones on her arms.

She had the sweetest kind of blues, it was a purple blues,

It was the blues of her time, it was a numbing blues.

The silent blues that speaks it all, that screams without a sound;

She was yelling day’n’night but no one would hear her

And she’d think to herself:

“Why don’t you let me tell your name

To the dead girl in my head?

Why don’t you let me tell your name

To the dead girl in my head?

She is so strong,

She is so sweet,

She’s all I got,

And I’ll never be home.”

 She wouldn’t know the difference, the sweetness of her pain.

She was so young, she was so pure, she didn’t know at all;

The sweet mornings after the rain, when the sky is brightly blues.

Don’t let her fall into the trap of ignorant innocence.

So let her know that the purple blues won’t always stick around;

The wind does blow the clouds away and the sky is brightly blues.

So hold her hand and let her know:

“The purple clouds are in your eyes,

But the sun shines from within.

The purple clouds are in your eyes,

But the sun shines from within.

And you’re so strong,

And you’re so sweet,

You’re all we’ve got,

Don’t leave us all alone.”

 

 

 

Signature poetry

 

 

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About cyrilbussiere

Author (Author.to/CyrilLCBussiere), Writer, Scientist, and Nurse-to-be. I'm into writing, reading, gaming, raising chickens, playing guitar, and traveling. Man, do I love traveling!
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