Strange Combination Lyrics - T Bone Burnett

He was a strange combination 

Part what fathers in movies call a romantic little fool 

Part what fathers in Russian novels call a depraved egoist 

He won't be missed, I'll persist 

First he would fall in love like a building imploding 

And not be able to control his emoting 

Then he would spend a few speechless weeks 

Goggling his beloved and reading Keats and reading Dante's 

Next if she gave him a sign, he'd send flowers for a time 

Then in one magnificent gesture 

He could transform himself into a Bluebeard 

But not just an ordinary run of the mill Bluebeard 

One who was a lecher then he'll put her out to pasture 

What does this have to do with the future? 

I'm not too sure 

What does this have to do with the present? 

It doesn't