This Song is About a Girl

“Diamonds & Pearls” is off of the Sage Francis LI(F)E album. Music by DeVotchKa.


LI(F)E is available on iTunes as well as on CD & Vinyl HERE. The lyrics to this song are posted below.

So assume it.


Surprising the world with diamonds and pearls.
But a song about a girl ain’t really about a girl.
I’ve got a two way vanity mirror. I’m an Amityvillain with a peeping tom complex.
You’re just a soul collector. You keep putting them in a trash bag.
You push ’em in a shopping cart then you go and act sad
When there are none left to collect. So you go on and you make more.
But wait, why’d you lose ’em to the State for?
The next time you see me it’ll be through plexiglass.
Ain’t no bail outs in this jail house. Ain’t no more petty cash.
Easy come, easy go. A penny saved a penny earned. I’ve learned
Life is cliche and one of these days you’ll get what you deserve.
So I’m surprising the world with diamonds and pearls. But a song about a girl ain’t really bout a girl.
Got a two way vanity mirror
And a fire in the blind eye that I turn from the 800 pound gorilla.
In the midst of misdirected anger…
False blood can run thinner than icy water. Watch the a fang banger
Flirt with the death star. I cried by the bed side.
Decided right then to pretend you were alive. Maybe.
Baby, lie to me. Invade my privacy. have the decency to say bye after taking the bribe. Domestic piracy.
You ran out of fam to plunder and launchpads to crash
So when you’re done playing dumb empty the trash.
We’re looking for our lives back. We wish we could have saved yours.
There’s nothing we can buy back, ’cause everything was paid off.
I found you in a pawn shop. You were stuck behind a glass case.
I watched as the cost dropped. Puppy dog, sad face.
I put a down payment on my meal plan just to see your shit eating grin.
Save the frown for when you need to shed your skin
And sell empty shells of yourself. The layers are coming off.
Economic fail. Professional victim on sale….cutting costs.
Charity case, don’t ask me to donate. You axe murdered your soul mate.
My backs hurtin’ from a tax burden. Pull your own weight.
Punching bag for hire. Every minute there’s a sucker bet.
So what’s the over/under you’ll rise up from the debt
With the complexion of a ghost? The resurrection was a hoax.
But 2000 years later it’s like….nobody knows.
You think you’re slick enough to turn a trick and spin the story
Just ’cause Jesus is your fair weather pimp and caught me
Praying with my fingers crossed. So I shuffle up the deck.
Is this the card that you picked? Well, if not…how bout this:
Missionary ain’t a job, it’s a position…so assume it.
The victimless crime watchdog has an owner…that’s abusive.
Isn’t that ironic? With one hand in my pocket
And the other choking out your street corner prophet.
Uncrossed my fingers and said, “Look at me when I’m talkin’, dear.
I ain’t mad at you. And that’s the only miracle here.”


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Nilotic says

This is my favorite song from Li(f)e. Shit hits hard... in the heart.

Whitney Jones says

I love reading Sage Francis Lyrics , given me chills more than anyone else. Im not a writter so its hard to reveal meanings for me however I love the challenge when it comes to Sage.He is a great artist and tells a Honest Intresting Storey ! LOVE IT