Going out each day to score, she was no whore but for me
Celebrating every day the way she thought it should be
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
She was always by my side and never tried to leave
Standing up for me and like a tree for what she believed
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
Don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
No more rope and too much dope, she's lying on the bed
Angels pacing, gently placing roses 'round her head
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
Now I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
Now I don't know what to do
Celebrating every day the way she thought it should be
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
She was always by my side and never tried to leave
Standing up for me and like a tree for what she believed
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
Don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
No more rope and too much dope, she's lying on the bed
Angels pacing, gently placing roses 'round her head
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
Now I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
Now I don't know what to do
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Pink Turns to Blue Lyrics as written by Grant Hart
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Going out each day to score
She was no wh*re
But for me
Celebrating every day
The way
She thought it should be
And I don't know what to do
Now that pink has turned to blue
She was always by my side
And never tried
To leave
Standing up for me
And like a tree
For what she believed
No more rope
And too much dope
She's lying on the bed
Angels pacing
Gently placing
Roses 'round her head
This song is window into the sad life of heroin users. Grant Hart was, and still my be, addicted to herion (check out his song All of My Senses from his solo album for a flip side to this version of heroin use). And tho these lyric are sad, when combined w/ the musical onslaught of Husker Du at the time it's more like being woken up after passing out in an alley by a punch to the fucking gut. It's that good.
imho, this songs speaks about a girl (a whore... but she was a sort of a girlfriend) that helped him when he left home (she was always by my side...) and in the end she was found dead by him.
no more open
too much dope
she's lying on the bed
angels pacing
gently placing roses around her head
then hit that chorus up like a bitch again.
and so is whoever said that it was the color of her lips, it's a double-intended metaphor
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I don't know anything about poetry but I'm sure theres a word for it like limbic pantmatter or something...
Guess not.