song lyric – Portrait of Rose

Portrait of Rose

by Mary Jacob, July 2009, expanded Sept 2009

Em
She’s got a bag made of rattlesnake skin.
Em
She’s got a bag made of rattlesnake skin.
Am                                     C
She went down to the beach lighting candles
Em
to let the spirits come in.

Em
She’s got her grandmother’s gypsy jewellery.
Em
She’s got her grandmother’s gypsy jewellery.
Am                       C
And when she puts it on, it transforms her.
Em
She jingles as she walks to the sea.

B7                        C7

She speaks the language of the birds in the trees.
She speaks the language of the snakes and the bees.
She can whisper a gale or a soft summer breeze.
She can help you go wherever you please.

She’s got a jar of crushed alligator bones.
She’s got a jar of crushed alligator bones.
And if you don’t do right, she might use ‘em tonight
and make you face up to what you have done.

[guitar break]

She plays your heartbeat on her guitar.
She plays your heartbeat on her guitar.
And if you dance to the music she makes for you,
you’ll see clearly who you are.

And if you don’t like what you see,
and if you don’t like what you see,
well, you’d better change your heart in a hurry,
and don’t come crying to me.

She dances on the beach on her own.
She dances on the beach all alone.
On a midsummer night or in the dim winter light
she’s gonna sing your dreams in her song.

So if your dreams turn out to be nightmares,
if your dreams turn out to be nightmares,
it’s your own damn fault, it’s your reflection, that’s all.
See if Rose even cares.
So if she sends you a dream that makes you wake up and scream,
it’s your reflection, that’s all you’ve seen.

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