Janis

Barbed wire wrapped in honey

Ripped our heart to torn shreds

Then sent it to some quiet heaven

Enraptured by her souls expression

Decanting sound drenched in passion

 

Flowing bourbon soaked her soul

Delivering music with that voice

Caressing words mysterious sounds

Pouring sweeter sweetness all around

The songs she made her sacred ground

 

A banshee draped in tight blue jeans

The vestments of her sinning soul

Rocked the rocking rock out of roll

And burnt the burning devil in hell

Whilst tearing some seraphs up as well

 

She perished alone were few had gone

Or ever dwelt to sing its sorrowed song

Dancing with a nightmare in her arms

Abandoned in the darkness of loneliness

Casting shadows across her loveliness

 

Harmonicas wailed and guitars they wept

While jumping jacks dressed in lady rags

Played outside music on the inside parks

That wrecked our souls and stole our shoes

Nothing moved when Pearl sang the blues.