Sleeping Beauty

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"Sleeping Beauty"
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Candy Ass cover
Song by Mark Eitzel from the album Candy Ass
Released 2005
Format CD
Label Cooking Vinyl
Writer(s) Mark Eitzel
Producer(s) Mark Eitzel
Candy Ass track listing
  1. "My Pet Rat St. Michael"
  2. "Cotton Candy Tenth Power"
  3. "Make Sure They Hear"
  4. "Sleeping Beauty"
  5. "A Loving Tribute To My City"
  6. "Homeland Pastoral"
  7. "Roll Away My Stone"
  8. "Green Eyes"
  9. "Cobh"
  10. "I Am Fassbinder"
  11. "Song Of The Mole"
  12. "Guitar Lover"

"Sleeping Beauty" is the 4th song on Mark Eitzel's 8th solo album, 2005's Candy Ass. Sean Hoffman had the idea to re-visited the song for American Music Club's 2008 album The Golden Age,[1] re-named "The Sleeping Beauty".

Lyrics

Candy Ass version

As I drove away over the dead leaves of your southern town
I watched you wave and wave - in the mirror I saw you wave
As the autumn fell - until I made my turn and I said, "oh well"
This could well be the last time I see your beautiful hands
Your frozen hands, your trembling hands that could not hold on
to any heart that's warm, to any lie that's cold
Your hands were made to burn in the sun

I like to get there safe i like to get my sleep
Selfish with my time, like it was something I could keep
Oh but you know the truth it never helped you much
It only beat it drum, it woke sleeping beauty up too much
It woke her up too much
It woke her up too much
The bankers, the liars, and the thieves
They want to sell you into a life of fear
They call it a plan that will make you free
But nothing's free - you taught me that, my dear

No one can love the way you love
With the blind purity of a honey bee
But now that sweetness feels like a mistake I grieve
It poisons my life - becomes a prison I don't want to leave
As I drove away over the dead leaves
And merged into the stream of those who know their lines
Stagnant reason
Why we travel so far away from our hearts
like flies caught in jars, little flies buzzing in cars

The Golden Age version

As I drove away over the dead leaves of your southern town
In the mirror I saw you wave, in the mirror I saw you
As the autumn fell - until i made my turn I thought, "oh well"
I thought well this could be the last time I see your beautiful hands
Your frozen hands, your trembling hands that could not hold on
to any heart that's warm or any lie that's cold
Your hands are paper burning in the sun

I like to get there safe, I like to get my sleep
I'm selfish with my time, like it was something I could keep
Oh but you know the truth, it never helped you much
It only beat it drum, it woke sleeping beauty
Yeah it woke her up too much
It woke you up too much

The bankers, the liars and the thieves
They want to sell you into a life of fear
They call it a plan that will make you free
But nothing's free - you taught me that, my dear

No one could love the way she loved
With the blind purity of a honey bee
Oh but now that sweetness is like a mistake I grieve
It only poisons my life - becomes a prison I never want to leave
As I drove away over the dead leaves
And merged into the stream of those who know their lines
Stagnant reasons why we travel so far away from our hearts
Like flies caught in jars, little flies buzzing in cars

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References

  1. "Q&A with American Music Club's Mark Eitzel". North County Sounds. June 16, 2008. Retrieved June 16, 2017.