From the album Natalie Merchant
They said that Hollywood was never gonna be the same without you, still, you’re gone. How could we forget that face and all that silver, flickering grace that died with the silent age? When everybody knew your name, they all knew your name.
Born wild like a prairie flower, she was sown by the wind and blown for miles. Kansas couldn’t keep the child. Hell-bound for the Great White Way, for the tawdry-bawdy burlesque stage and Wichita was miles and miles away. Everybody knew your name. Everybody knew your name, they knew your name.
So you burned the candle, burned it at both ends. So love ends in scandal. You burned it brief; you burned it bright. And the light in your immortal eyes is the light that will never die.
Christened in straight-up gin, Pandora was born in Weimar Berlin and that was the rise before the fall! Everybody sat in the dark, dark, black as night. Everybody wanted to go where the light was so bright and your shining face was gonna lead the way.
Homecoming like a heroine-bride but the honeymoon was over before you arrived and now they all cursed your name. Everybody cursed your name. Cold winds of Gotham howled and the princess pawned her celluloid crown in the glass castle walls. Where nobody knew your name. Nobody knew your name.
Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride ©2014