No Regrets lyrics

Artist  : Aesop Rocks 
Song : No Regrets



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Lucy was seven and wore a head of blue
berets
City-born into this world with no
knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow
chalk with which she drew upon the street
The
many faces of the various locals that she would
meet

There was Joshua, age ten, 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
parlor

(And she drew) men and women, kids
and sunsets, clouds
(And she drew)
skyscrapers, food stands, cities, towns
Always
said hello to passers by they asked her why she
passed the time
Attaching line 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,
wanna 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


One two
three, that's the speed of the seed
A B C,
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

Lucy was
thirty-seven, an introverted somebody
The
basement apartment in the same building she grew
up in
She traded in her blue berets 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
floor
(And she drew) the mailman delivered
every day at four
Lucy had very little contact
with the folks outside her cubicle day
But
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

(Look) now every month or so she'd
get a knock up on the front door
Just one of
the neighbors, acting nice, thought she was a
strange girl really
Said, "Hey Lucy, wanna
join me for some lunch?"
Lucy would smile and
said "I'm busy, thank you much."

The
neighbor'd make a weird face the second the door
would shut
Then run and tell her friends how
truly crazy Lucy was
And Lucy knew what people
thought but didn't care
Cause while they spread
their rumors through the streets she'd made
another masterpiece

One two three, that's
the speed of the seed
A B C, 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

Lucy was eighty-seven, upon her death
bed
At the senior home where she had
previously checked in
Traded in the locks and
clip for a headrest
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's worth of pictures on the wall
And sat
and smiled but looked each one over just to laugh
at it all

Now Rico he had passed about five
years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a
big flock of nothing
She'd never spoken once
about 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
wanna do but still haven't pursued
I knew what
I wanted and did it til it was done
So I been
the dream that I wanted to be since day
one."

Well, the nurse jumped back
She
never heard Lucy even talk, specially words like
that
She walked over to the door and pulled it
closed behind
And Lucy blew a kiss to each one
of her pictures and she died

One two
three, that's the speed of the seed
A B C,
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