Aesop Rock - No Regrets lyrics

Yo, ask her hey Lucy, come here
Lucy, how old are you? Lucy, come here
Lucy hey Lucy, how old are you? Lucy!

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barrettes
City born, into this world with no
Knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with
Which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various
Locals that she would meet
There was Joshua, age 10, bully of the block
Who always took her milk money
At the morning bus stop
There was Mrs crabtree and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler
On her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns


Always said hello to passersby
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attaching lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living
In or near her building
Ran around like tyrants
Soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say "Hey, little Lucy
Wanna come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
"I'm busy, thank you much" well, well
One year passed and believe it or not
She covered every last inch
Of the entire sidewalk and she stopped-
"Lucy, after all this
You're just giving in today?" she said:
"I'm not giving in, I'm finished
" and walked away

1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed
A-B-C, that's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream or
You can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
'cause dreamers always chase but never get it
1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed
A-B-C, that's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream or
You can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
'cause dreamers always chase but never get it

Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building
She grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long
Locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk
For charcoal sticks and she drew
Little Bobby who would come
To sweep the porch and she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the
Folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable
And she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once
Or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico
Was an artist too
So they'd connect on Saturdays to share
The pictures that they drew (Look)
Now every month or so
She'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors
Acting nice although she was a strange girl
Really
Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch?"
Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy
Thank you much"
And they would make a weird face
The second the door shut
And run and tell their friends
How truly crazy Lucy was
And Lucy knew what people
Thought but didn't care
'Cause while they spread their
Rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece

1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed
A-B-C, that's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream or
You can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
'cause dreamers always chase but never get it
1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed
A-B-C, that's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream or
You can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
'cause dreamers always chase but never get it

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home
Where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis
It had to happen and she drew no more
Just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room
That she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life's worth
Of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over
Just to laugh at it all
No Rico, he had passed about 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in
A big flock of nothing
She'd never spoken once throughout the
Spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward
Grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do
But still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did
It till it was done
So I've been the dream that I
Wanted to be since day one!"
Well! The nurse jumped back
She'd never heard Lucy even talk
Especially words like that
She walked over to the door
And pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to
Each one of her pictures and she died

1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed
A-B-C, that's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream or
You can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
'cause dreamers always chase but never get it
1-2-3, that's the speed of the seed
A-B-C, that's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream or
You can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
'cause dreamers always chase but never get it

1-2-3, a-b-c, 1-2-3, a-b-c
1-2-3, a-b-c, 1-2-3, a-b-c
1-2-3, a-b-c, 1-2-3, a-b-c
1-2-3, a-b-c, 1-2-3, a-b-c
Like that, y'all, like that, y'all
Like that, like that, it's like that, y'all
Like that, y'all, like that, y'all
Like that, like that, it's like that, y'all