"The Unsigned Painting/The Weird Beast" as written by and Rickie Lee Jones....
There must be a golden frame
Coming to me
’Cause where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?

The day where you first heard your heart beat
Listens for you still
So I think it’s not so much the painting
As it is what you give yourself
By what you leave
Your signature...

On Sundays the ladies took off
Their wiry old hats and made doughnuts
In the back of the church
I could always smell them cooking
In the middle of mass
Cakes were prizes at carnivals
And holding hands was a gift
Of our landscapes
Because a heart is always
That one summer night
When you stretch it from face to face
Like chewing gum
You can rig it up and hear each other
Through a tin can
And now it bakes and hardens
Like an old dream under the front porch

Where the air is talcum
My mama’s eyes are blue
And Father took the weird beast
And we’re walking next to you
That is the picture I see
That is the picture I see...

I brought the Weird Beast here
From Van Nuys Boulevard
So I would not be without a man

(Someday you’ll meet
A stranger)

When the Tartans reign
Flooded the empty streets of

(Locations everywhere
You go)


(All of the science
You’ve kept in bottles
Someday this dream is
Going to end

I have this feeling

A Weird Beast)

And on one of these
Passing boats I thought
(Is going to come our way)
I saw the Weird Beast
Speaking in the
Russian tongue

Will he kill the Czar?
Will he kill the Czar?

Draw the Weird Beast
(I brought the Weird Beast here)
Everywhere you go
(From Van Nuys Boulevard)
Death speaks the foreign language
(So I would not be without a man)
We don’t know
Make sure they hear him

Lyrics submitted by just_old_light

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