Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
When my Dad was in his heyday the contemporary music was Francis Sinatra. Frank and Lou are both left us but, I wonder if he knows what I'm listening to nowadays. I think Dad would approve of it. It's full of instrumentation and nice lyrics.
Thanks for posting this video! Absolutely in love with this song, great live version and terrific production quality. You've got a new subscriber and hope you have much success!
"You're all fucked up Saint Valentine " 😂 says petty GAI. Can someone please explain the story of this song to me? I love how the song is soothing and telling a sad yet humorous story.
Nice! I thought it was a Cascade Knucklehead at first and wondered how a short ribbon worked so well for this context. Thanks for the info, I haven't seen these!
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
Well, Grace she's gone, she's a half-written poem She went out for cigarettes and never came home And I swallowed the sun and screamed and wailed Straight down to the dirt so I could find her trail Spread out across the Great Divide Well, I just came to talk, Saint Valentine I never pictured you living here with the rats and the vines Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine Now I circle the bars on the promenade While the girls in the glass, they're just throwing me shade And I'm saving my coins up for Jingling Jane She's out plucking strings in the pouring rain See I'm all crooked feet, Saint Valentine I've circled this map till it caught on fire Now Grace she's left you just skin and bone Well, you hang up your hat, but you can't call it home You've tried and you've tried, but you can't call it home You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're the loneliest one, Saint Valentine You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine
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