No Regrets Lyrics - Aesop Rock

(jo ask her // hey lucy come here // hey ayes cut it out yo 

haha / lucy // she didn't here you yo ask her again// let him alone yo 

how old are you // haha // just let him alone b // low // lucy come here 

lucy // yo she ain't listening to you // yo ask her again /?/ 

hey lucy how old are you // tzz / well i'm just sorry // lucy ) 

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barrettes 

City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets 

Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street 

The many faces of the various locals that she would meet 

There was Joshua, age 10 

Bully up 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, women, kids, sunsets, clouds 

And she drew: skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns 

Always said hello to passers-by 

They'd ask her why she passed the time 

Attachin' lines 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 

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(Chorus: x2) 

1 2 3 

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 

Cuz dreamers always chase 

But never get it 

Photos 

Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat 

Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in 

She traded in her blue barrettes 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 porch 

And she drew: the mailman, delivered every day at 4 

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 upon the front door 

Just one of the neighbors, 

Actin' nice, although she was a strange girl, really 

Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch?" 

Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much" 

And they would make a weird face the second the door shut 

And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was 

And Lucy knew what people thought but didn't care, 

Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street 

She'd paint another masterpiece 

(Chorus x2) 

Lucy was 87, upon her deathbed 

At the senior home, where she had previously checked in 

Traded in the locks and clip for a head rest 

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 and looked each one over just to laugh at it all 

Now Rico, he had passed about 5 years back, 

So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin' 

She'd never spoken much throughout 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 till it was done 

So I've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!" 

Well, the nurse jumped back - 

She'd 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. 

(Chorus x2) 

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A B C...