Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
"Hey little Lucy, want to come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
"I'm busy, thank you much"
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"
She said:
"I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away

(Chorus: x2)
1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A be see
That's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
'cause dreamers always chase
But never get it

Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, "Lucy, want to join me for some lunch??"
Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
'cause while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece

(Chorus x2)

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you want to do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.

(Chorus x2)

1 2 3...
A be C...

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  • +2
    General Comment
    Notice how Lucy always has "7" in her age (7>37>87). Slug is also known as "SepSeven" or "Se7en", his birthday is on September 7th 1972 and he has a "7" ball tatooed on his arm. This song is definitely referring to Slug. Slug also, in his earlier stuff, would talk about being an "artist" and "drawing", e.g. "Make the love, paint the picture, write the song" or "Got the surface, the tools, the motivation to paint this. Don't know which colours to use, detail is not my game" etc. Also her name is Lucy so notice how much Slug refers to a woman named Lucy
    KneeGrowSlayer12on May 01, 2010   Link
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    Anyone else get the idea that Aesop is writing about himself? He's doing all the art he loves whether it be poetry, producing, or painting/drawing or whatever. He's being criticized by the mainstream critics and the people that don't understand him but he's happy what he's doing--observing the world. Seems like a modest way of saying because he pursues HIS dream rather than the "warpy american nonsense penned by the rich" (from Coffee). Also, about whether Lucy is happy or not. Why has she suddenly changed? never talking until now, seems like she has to justify why she did all this, I can't really explain it. Almost seems like she is trying to convince herself that she is happy. Anyone got ideas?
    3rdEyeVisionon September 21, 2008   Link
  • +1
    General Comment
    Good song. Very creative. A great way to start the day and take one very big step.
    1little2little3littleIndianson January 27, 2012   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    Wow... powerful story. A+.
    staygoldon May 23, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    this is one of those few songs of his that has lyrics that makes sense to me. I love it.
    The Dude Abideson June 04, 2002   Link
  • 0
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    powerful art, hey staygold dig the name. peace ponyboy
    SlidiousMeon August 17, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    Is Lucy happy when she dies?
    zenjon April 19, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    lucy might not have been happy when she croaked.. but she was deffinitly happy with the way her life went. great song/message.
    tukoon May 02, 2004   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    I think Lucy is happy when she dies, she's content and she's ready to go. She spent the course of her life pursuing her dream and doing what she believed she was here to do. Her last words to the nurse justify this (I think)
    LadyShadeson October 21, 2004   Link
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    This song is absolutely beautiful
    Sociodemographicon November 24, 2004   Link

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