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Everything's so easy for Pauline
Everything's so easy for Pauline
Ancient strings set feet a'light to speed to her
Such mild grace
No monument of tacky gold
They smooth her hair with cinnamon waves
And they placed an ingot in her breast
To burn, cool and collected
Fate holds her firm in its cradle
And then rolls her for a tender pause to savor
Everything’s so easy for Pauline
Girl with the parking lot eyes
Margaret is the fragment of a name
Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake
By a make-believe monster whose picture is fake
Margaret is the fragment of a name
Her love pours like a fountain
Her love steams like rage
Jaw aches from wanting
And she's sick from chlorine
But she'll never be as clean
As the cool side of satin, Pauline
Two girls ride the blue line
Two girls walk down the same street
One left a sweater sitting on the train
And the other lost three fingers at the cannery
Everything's so easy for Pauline
For Pauline...
Everything's so easy for Pauline
Ancient strings set feet a'light to speed to her
Such mild grace
No monument of tacky gold
They smooth her hair with cinnamon waves
And they placed an ingot in her breast
To burn, cool and collected
Fate holds her firm in its cradle
And then rolls her for a tender pause to savor
Everything’s so easy for Pauline
Girl with the parking lot eyes
Margaret is the fragment of a name
Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake
By a make-believe monster whose picture is fake
Margaret is the fragment of a name
Her love pours like a fountain
Her love steams like rage
Jaw aches from wanting
And she's sick from chlorine
But she'll never be as clean
As the cool side of satin, Pauline
Two girls ride the blue line
Two girls walk down the same street
One left a sweater sitting on the train
And the other lost three fingers at the cannery
Everything's so easy for Pauline
For Pauline...
Lyrics submitted by delial
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I'm Pauline when I'm calm and cool and feeling beautiful. Like an "ice princess" who is not burdened by emotion.
I'm Margaret when I'm fierce and in love and desperate and confused. When I'm ruled by my heart rather than my head.
I wouldn't want to be just one of the two. I think a balance of bravery & love & wanting with mild & collected & satisfied is perfect. Now I just need to get there. :)
"One left a sweater sitting on the train
And the other lost three fingers at the cannery"
I love that she doesn't specify which girl was which. It would be easy to assume Margaret lost the fingers and Pauline lost the sweater. But what if it's actually the other way around? Margaret is so jealous of Pauline, and so dramatic, that she might actually envy Pauline's injury. People will pay attention to Pauline now that she's been hurt. She might even not have to work for a while, or get a lighter duty at work because she lost the fingers. Everything's so easy for Pauline. And dramatic Margaret might actually feel that losing the sweater is one more slight life has handed her, not realizing the gravity of her tiny loss compared to Pauline's big one. Just a thought.
One left a sweater sitting on the train
And the other lost three fingers at the cannery
As these are both tradgedies to the respective girls.
I can just see some girls from my school flipping out about loosing a sweater, and if three of their fingers were chopped off.
I think Margaret killed Pauline.
"they smooth her hair with cinnamon waves
and they placed an ingot in her breast
to burn, cool and collected"
The morticians beautified Pauline for her funeral
"but she’ll never be as clean
as the cool side of satin, pauline"
Margaret's jealous of Pauline, who's dead in a coffin (cool side of satin) and in eternal peace
"Everything's so easy for Pauline"
once again, everything's easier when you're dead