Charles Bukowski - Bluebird
Charles Bukowski - Bluebird
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?
you want to screw up the works? you want to 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 singing a little in there,
I haven't quite let him die
and we sleep together like that with our secret pact
and it's nice enough to make a man weep,
but I don't weep,
do you?