Estelle Lyrics

Song	Estelle
Artist	Dan Bern
Album	Dan Bern
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	I was painting a still life this morning
	Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy
	Of Tropic of Cancer
	The only thing weird about it
	Is that a year ago,
	I never thought I'd paint anything again
	I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again
	It didn't bother me too much
	Warhol's dead,
	David Hockney's still alive
	I don't need to paint
	I painted over ten thousand paintings
	Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones
	I've done haystacks
	And rich old ladies by their pools
	Wearing nothing but a scarf
	I've painted everything there was to paint
	Now it was time to sit back
	Give interviews
	Hang out at club med
	Get on the internet
	Take stock of what I've done
	You know, the best friend I ever had was a dog
	It sounds like a cliche unless it's happened to you
	Some days that dog was the only reason I even got out of bed
	That dog went everywhere with me
	And then I heard the crack addicts
	Were stealin' dogs and selling them for animal research
	It sounded like an urban myth to me
	Like the mouse in the Coke bottle
	But I started leavin' her at home after that
	You know, Paula was my wife for a while
	She ran off to Paris with the great grandson of Van Gogh
	A cartoonist who did fashion graphics for Le Monde
	When Paula left she took my dog
	I never saw her again
	Except in the court during the custody battle
	She won and got to keep the dog
	And I didn't speak to anyone for months
	You know sometimes it feels
	Like there's so much that you need
	Sometimes the world is upside down
	Sometimes it feels
	Like the only thing you need
	Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through town
	I started hanging around with Dino
	He used to run a poker game back east
	Now he sells cappuccino to his old pals
	Tommy Chicago and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly Rose
	You know the best person I ever knew
	Was a Mormon woman named Estelle
	She still calls me drunk every few months
	And asks me stuff I don't want to talk about
	You can't talk to her very long unless you're drunk yourself
	Then we go all night
	She says, "Why baby, why baby, why baby, why
	Have you turned your back on love?
	You had so many chances
	Why have you let 'em all go by?"
	Well, one morning I was sitting in front of Dino's place
	with Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly
	Who gives free mohawks
	There were a couple of young painters
	I was hopin' to come by
	So I could give 'em some advice
	Yeah,　I was sittin' there updating my list of enemies
	When this girl walks in
	And the universe kind of stops
	Turned out she drank the same tea as me
	It don't take more than that to start a conversation sometimes
	She believed collage was the greatest of all the arts
	And was busy pasting pictures of horses
	Next to ads for laundry soap
	Next to Mohammed Ali
	She had a turquoise in her ear
	And said Rachmaninoff was always in her head
	Later that day I was trying to describe her to Jimmy the Wig
	I couldn't find any words
	And I realized I'd started to sketch her chin
	Somehow it didn't look right
	I scratched it out and tried it again
	I filled an entire pad
	I threw it away, I never even came close
	For six days I sat at Dino's place
	The rain wouldn't quit and no one came in
	Finally on the seventh day it cleared
	And in she walked
	I asked her to sit with me
	And ibought her a cup of tea
	And I asked her to model for me sometime
	That afternoon I was at a canvas
	She was wearing a yellow dress
	I swore if she let me, I'd get it right
	I've painted over ten thousand paintings
	Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones
	But sitting there, it was like I couldn't even
	Write my own name
	I apologized and said, "It's been a few months
	If you have patience, I'll get the hang of it again"
	In the next few weeks, I painted her hundreds of times
	If I get the nose right, the chin's too long
	If I get 'em both right, the face is too thin
	But I keep after it and one day
	I get it all right
	I painted a still life this morning
	Of a throat lozenge
	sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
	The only weird thing about it
	Is I never thought
	I'd paint anything again
	I think I might go visit Estelle
	Those Utah mountains are good for the soul
	I'll bring my brushes
	And some Jack Daniels
	And we can make up for lost time
	She said,　"Why baby, why baby, why baby why?
	Have you turned your back on love
	You had so many chances
	Why do you let 'em all go by?
	Why baby, why baby, why baby why?
	Have you turned your back on love
	You had so many chances
	Why do you let 'em all go by?"
	Sometimes it seems like there's so much that you need
	Sometimes the world is upside down
	Sometimes it seems like the only thing you need
	Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through town

	I was painting a still life this morning
	Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy
	Of Tropic of Cancer
	The only thing weird about it
	Is that a year ago,
	I never thought I' d paint anything again
	I decided I wasn' t ever gonna paint again
	It didn' t bother me too much
	Warhol' s dead,
	David Hockney' s still alive
	I don' t need to paint
	I painted over ten thousand paintings
	Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones
	I' ve done haystacks
	And rich old ladies by their pools
	Wearing nothing but a scarf
	I' ve painted everything there was to paint
	Now it was time to sit back
	Give interviews
	Hang out at club med
	Get on the internet
	Take stock of what I' ve done
	You know, the best friend I ever had was a dog
	It sounds like a cliche unless it' s happened to you
	Some days that dog was the only reason I even got out of bed
	That dog went everywhere with me
	And then I heard the crack addicts
	Were stealin' dogs and selling them for animal research
	It sounded like an urban myth to me
	Like the mouse in the Coke bottle
	But I started leavin' her at home after that
	You know, Paula was my wife for a while
	She ran off to Paris with the great grandson of Van Gogh
	A cartoonist who did fashion graphics for Le Monde
	When Paula left she took my dog
	I never saw her again
	Except in the court during the custody battle
	She won and got to keep the dog
	And I didn' t speak to anyone for months
	You know sometimes it feels
	Like there' s so much that you need
	Sometimes the world is upside down
	Sometimes it feels
	Like the only thing you need
	Is holdin' someone' s hand as you walk through town
	I started hanging around with Dino
	He used to run a poker game back east
	Now he sells cappuccino to his old pals
	Tommy Chicago and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly Rose
	You know the best person I ever knew
	Was a Mormon woman named Estelle
	She still calls me drunk every few months
	And asks me stuff I don' t want to talk about
	You can' t talk to her very long unless you' re drunk yourself
	Then we go all night
	She says, " Why baby, why baby, why baby, why
	Have you turned your back on love?
	You had so many chances
	Why have you let ' em all go by?"
	Well, one morning I was sitting in front of Dino' s place
	with Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly
	Who gives free mohawks
	There were a couple of young painters
	I was hopin' to come by
	So I could give ' em some advice
	Yeah,　 I was sittin' there updating my list of enemies
	When this girl walks in
	And the universe kind of stops
	Turned out she drank the same tea as me
	It don' t take more than that to start a conversation sometimes
	She believed collage was the greatest of all the arts
	And was busy pasting pictures of horses
	Next to ads for laundry soap
	Next to Mohammed Ali
	She had a turquoise in her ear
	And said Rachmaninoff was always in her head
	Later that day I was trying to describe her to Jimmy the Wig
	I couldn' t find any words
	And I realized I' d started to sketch her chin
	Somehow it didn' t look right
	I scratched it out and tried it again
	I filled an entire pad
	I threw it away, I never even came close
	For six days I sat at Dino' s place
	The rain wouldn' t quit and no one came in
	Finally on the seventh day it cleared
	And in she walked
	I asked her to sit with me
	And ibought her a cup of tea
	And I asked her to model for me sometime
	That afternoon I was at a canvas
	She was wearing a yellow dress
	I swore if she let me, I' d get it right
	I' ve painted over ten thousand paintings
	Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones
	But sitting there, it was like I couldn' t even
	Write my own name
	I apologized and said, " It' s been a few months
	If you have patience, I' ll get the hang of it again"
	In the next few weeks, I painted her hundreds of times
	If I get the nose right, the chin' s too long
	If I get ' em both right, the face is too thin
	But I keep after it and one day
	I get it all right
	I painted a still life this morning
	Of a throat lozenge
	sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
	The only weird thing about it
	Is I never thought
	I' d paint anything again
	I think I might go visit Estelle
	Those Utah mountains are good for the soul
	I' ll bring my brushes
	And some Jack Daniels
	And we can make up for lost time
	She said,　" Why baby, why baby, why baby why?
	Have you turned your back on love
	You had so many chances
	Why do you let ' em all go by?
	Why baby, why baby, why baby why?
	Have you turned your back on love
	You had so many chances
	Why do you let ' em all go by?"
	Sometimes it seems like there' s so much that you need
	Sometimes the world is upside down
	Sometimes it seems like the only thing you need
	Is holdin' someone' s hand as you walk through town

	I was painting a still life this morning
	Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy
	Of Tropic of Cancer
	The only thing weird about it
	Is that a year ago,
	I never thought I' d paint anything again
	I decided I wasn' t ever gonna paint again
	It didn' t bother me too much
	Warhol' s dead,
	David Hockney' s still alive
	I don' t need to paint
	I painted over ten thousand paintings
	Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones
	I' ve done haystacks
	And rich old ladies by their pools
	Wearing nothing but a scarf
	I' ve painted everything there was to paint
	Now it was time to sit back
	Give interviews
	Hang out at club med
	Get on the internet
	Take stock of what I' ve done
	You know, the best friend I ever had was a dog
	It sounds like a cliche unless it' s happened to you
	Some days that dog was the only reason I even got out of bed
	That dog went everywhere with me
	And then I heard the crack addicts
	Were stealin' dogs and selling them for animal research
	It sounded like an urban myth to me
	Like the mouse in the Coke bottle
	But I started leavin' her at home after that
	You know, Paula was my wife for a while
	She ran off to Paris with the great grandson of Van Gogh
	A cartoonist who did fashion graphics for Le Monde
	When Paula left she took my dog
	I never saw her again
	Except in the court during the custody battle
	She won and got to keep the dog
	And I didn' t speak to anyone for months
	You know sometimes it feels
	Like there' s so much that you need
	Sometimes the world is upside down
	Sometimes it feels
	Like the only thing you need
	Is holdin' someone' s hand as you walk through town
	I started hanging around with Dino
	He used to run a poker game back east
	Now he sells cappuccino to his old pals
	Tommy Chicago and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly Rose
	You know the best person I ever knew
	Was a Mormon woman named Estelle
	She still calls me drunk every few months
	And asks me stuff I don' t want to talk about
	You can' t talk to her very long unless you' re drunk yourself
	Then we go all night
	She says, " Why baby, why baby, why baby, why
	Have you turned your back on love?
	You had so many chances
	Why have you let ' em all go by?"
	Well, one morning I was sitting in front of Dino' s place
	with Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly
	Who gives free mohawks
	There were a couple of young painters
	I was hopin' to come by
	So I could give ' em some advice
	Yeah,　 I was sittin' there updating my list of enemies
	When this girl walks in
	And the universe kind of stops
	Turned out she drank the same tea as me
	It don' t take more than that to start a conversation sometimes
	She believed collage was the greatest of all the arts
	And was busy pasting pictures of horses
	Next to ads for laundry soap
	Next to Mohammed Ali
	She had a turquoise in her ear
	And said Rachmaninoff was always in her head
	Later that day I was trying to describe her to Jimmy the Wig
	I couldn' t find any words
	And I realized I' d started to sketch her chin
	Somehow it didn' t look right
	I scratched it out and tried it again
	I filled an entire pad
	I threw it away, I never even came close
	For six days I sat at Dino' s place
	The rain wouldn' t quit and no one came in
	Finally on the seventh day it cleared
	And in she walked
	I asked her to sit with me
	And ibought her a cup of tea
	And I asked her to model for me sometime
	That afternoon I was at a canvas
	She was wearing a yellow dress
	I swore if she let me, I' d get it right
	I' ve painted over ten thousand paintings
	Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones
	But sitting there, it was like I couldn' t even
	Write my own name
	I apologized and said, " It' s been a few months
	If you have patience, I' ll get the hang of it again"
	In the next few weeks, I painted her hundreds of times
	If I get the nose right, the chin' s too long
	If I get ' em both right, the face is too thin
	But I keep after it and one day
	I get it all right
	I painted a still life this morning
	Of a throat lozenge
	sitting on a copy of Tropic of Cancer
	The only weird thing about it
	Is I never thought
	I' d paint anything again
	I think I might go visit Estelle
	Those Utah mountains are good for the soul
	I' ll bring my brushes
	And some Jack Daniels
	And we can make up for lost time
	She said,　" Why baby, why baby, why baby why?
	Have you turned your back on love
	You had so many chances
	Why do you let ' em all go by?
	Why baby, why baby, why baby why?
	Have you turned your back on love
	You had so many chances
	Why do you let ' em all go by?"
	Sometimes it seems like there' s so much that you need
	Sometimes the world is upside down
	Sometimes it seems like the only thing you need
	Is holdin' someone' s hand as you walk through town

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