{"id":392,"date":"2008-06-07T22:44:00","date_gmt":"2008-06-08T05:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=392"},"modified":"2018-03-26T18:25:01","modified_gmt":"2018-03-27T01:25:01","slug":"doll-eyed-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2008\/06\/07\/doll-eyed-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Doll-eyed again…"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She’s Got Eyes Just Like a China Doll<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

“N<\/span>ever 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.<\/p>\n

But he wasn’t good at tough love, only the stupid, hopeless kind.<\/p>\n

And that’s how he loved her. And that’s how it was. Hopeless. Stupid.<\/p>\n

And that was how he felt one day — one day after she’d been so good for so long <\/span>— 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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

But her prized possessions, for the most part, were still there.<\/p>\n

It was like she thought she could come home again<\/span>.<\/p>\n

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,<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

previous <\/span><\/span>[acoustic<\/span>] versions<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
1\/1\/2006<\/a>
\n7\/2\/2006<\/a>
\n7\/21\/2006<\/a><\/div>\n
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Just Like a China Doll<\/span><\/div>\n
She’s got eyes <\/span>
\njust like a china doll<\/span>
\nThey look painted on<\/span>
\nand yet they’ve seen it all<\/span>All around Long Beach
\nand all the way to LA
\nthe shattered lives are scattered
\nthe hearts are spiked up on staves
\n— From the ocean to the mountains
\nfrom the birthplace to the grave
\nOnce you behold her
\nnothing will ever be the sameShe’s got eyes <\/span>
\n just like a china doll<\/span>
\n They look painted on<\/span>
\n and yet they’ve seen it all<\/span>Everywhere you go
\neverythings about the same
\nthey wander around dazed
\njust barely whispering her name
\n— They walk in front of buses
\nthey throw themselves under trains
\nbut the sick smile on their faces
\nshow those sorry saps are still glad she came[bridge<\/span>]
\nwell I looked into her eyes<\/span>
\n and I saw my life flash by<\/span>
\n Now I wake up screaming <\/span>
\n every time I see a doll’s eyes<\/span> I looked into the void<\/span>
\n and I saw myself fall in<\/span>
\n i see it every time<\/span>
\n i see it in her eyes<\/span>
\n t’s always been<\/span>Here I stand the last man to fall
\nunder her spell
\na moment close to heaven
\nan ice age on the cold side of hell
\nand how can I face \u00a0<\/span>
\nthe other lost souls I find
\nWhen I laughed at all of them and then now
\nhere am I the last in line<\/p>\n

She’s got eyes <\/span>
\n just like a china doll<\/span>
\n They look painted on<\/span>
\n and yet they’ve seen it all<\/span><\/p>\n

(C)1997, TK Major<\/span>
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\n<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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