Black Hole of Calcutta - Pearl and the Beard

Where is your bird tattoo?

Send me your blue hat

Lest I forget so well

Upon this day you died

I’m at a loss for words

Stole them right off my tongue

Now it is June, Emmy, now it is June

Stuck in the Black Hole of Calcutta

Not sure I’ll make it out

The man to the right, he swoons

It’s all that I have just to remember

The fields of a labor lost, its wheat, and your apricot dress

Oh, Emmy, I’m done

Oh, Emmy, I’m done

I’m gonna let go this silver gun, this happy, silver gun

Oh my home, oh my Aubergine

When will we see the sun as it is

I will or I won’t, there is no bargain

Tobacco and smoke is all I know

Oh, Emmy, I’m done

Oh, Emmy, I’m done

Oh, Emmy, I’m done

I’m gonna let go this happy, silver gun