Doll-eyed again...

She's Got Eyes Just Like a China Doll

"Never trust a junkie." She'd told him that a million times... when she wasn't using or jonesing. Just about every junkie he'd ever known more than 15 minutes had said it at one point or another.

But he wasn't good at tough love, only the stupid, hopeless kind.

And that's how he loved her. And that's how it was. Hopeless. Stupid.

And that was how he felt one day -- one day after she'd been so good for so long -- when he came home and found his computer and his only good guitar gone, along with a couple of small suitcases and some of her clothes. Most of her stuff was still there. The box of stuff she'd dragged around since high school -- somehow -- was still there. Her favorite winter clothes were there -- and why not, it was the first hot spell of the summer.

But the only two things of his in the entire world that could bring over $20 in a pawn shop -- or net anything at the local trade-and-barter heroin and crack dealer, for that matter -- were gone.

But her prized posessions, for the most part, were still there.

It was like she thought she could come home again.

And the sad thing was, he thought as he sat on the couch looking at the corner of the living room where his computer had been and his guitar had leaned up against the desk in its case, the sad thing was... she probably could,

previous [acoustic] versions

1/1/2006
7/2/2006
7/21/2006

Just Like a China Doll

She's got eyes
just like a china doll
They look painted on
and yet they've seen it all

All around Long Beach
and all the way to LA
the shattered lives are scattered
the hearts are spiked up on staves
--- From the ocean to the mountains
from the birthplace to the grave
Once you behold her
nothing will ever be the same

She's got eyes
just like a china doll
They look painted on
and yet they've seen it all

Everywhere you go
everythings about the same
they wander around dazed
just barely whispering her name
--- They walk in front of buses
they throw themselves under trains
but the sick smile on their faces
show those sorry saps are still glad she came

[bridge]
well I looked into her eyes
and I saw my life flash by
Now I wake up screaming
everytime I see a doll's eyes

I looked into the void
and I saw myself fall in
i see it every time
i see it in her eyes
t's always been

Here I stand the last man to fall
under her spell
a moment close to heaven
an ice age on the cold side of hell
and how can I face F# ~ E ~ / Bm D A E
the other lost souls I find
When I laughed at all of them and then now
here am I the last in line

She's got eyes
just like a china doll
They look painted on
and yet they've seen it all

(C)1997, TK Major

[*There was a video. But there isn't anymore. When I think something is too sloppy... well... trust me.]