Janis Ian - Belle of the Blues lyrics
[Janis Ian - Belle of the Blues lyrics]
I'm the belle of the blues
And it's easy to see
If I win or I lose, it's all one to me
I was born on a shelf
In the rare books library
I reside by myself with my books and my TV
I'm an old age pension
For the fossilized routine
Anybody for nostalgia
Put a record on and see
Here's a memory of olden days
And a heartbreak grown cold
All that glitters isn't gold
You get no love for free
You live and you die
And I'll probably throw it away
But in the end it's mine
And nobody has a right to say
"Go down lightly go down silently"
I'll go down screaming
"Give it back it belongs to me"
I'm the belle of the blues
I'm used to mingling
With the crème de la crème of higher society
I promise them roses
And an eight-by-ten of me
But when the party's over they're
All too glad to leave
Their children sing of sorrow
It's the same old routine
They've begged and they've borrowed
Someone else's misery
It's an easy act to follow at least
An easy one for me give me my tomorrows
You can have my memories
Souvenirs from an old-fashioned school
Plays coquette on the pillow
Like an old-fashioned fool go down lightly
Go down silently you go down lonely
You go down like me
I'm the belle of the blues, mmm
And it's easy to see
If I win or I lose, it's all one to me
I was born on a shelf
In the rare books library
I reside by myself with my books and my TV
I'm an old age pension
For the fossilized routine
Anybody for nostalgia
Put a record on and see
Here's a memory of olden days
And a heartbreak grown cold
All that glitters isn't gold
You get no love for free
You live and you die
And I'll probably throw it away
But in the end it's mine
And nobody has a right to say
"Go down lightly go down silently"
I'll go down screaming
"Give it back it belongs to me"
I'm the belle of the blues
I'm used to mingling
With the crème de la crème of higher society
I promise them roses
And an eight-by-ten of me
But when the party's over they're
All too glad to leave
Their children sing of sorrow
It's the same old routine
They've begged and they've borrowed
Someone else's misery
It's an easy act to follow at least
An easy one for me give me my tomorrows
You can have my memories
Souvenirs from an old-fashioned school
Plays coquette on the pillow
Like an old-fashioned fool go down lightly
Go down silently you go down lonely
You go down like me
I'm the belle of the blues, mmm