(It's been a while since I posted on here! It's good to be back)

Edie Sedgwick was a socialite who lived in New York City in the 1960's. She has for the most part faded into obscurity, but was very prolific in her lifetime and was known for her striking appearence, eloquent, intense monologues and most famously for her involvement with Andy Warhol and his Factory. Unfortunately her story is a tragic one, and after a lifetime of battles with mental and physical health she died very young. This is my tribute to her.

(Verse)
Were you raised on memories of things that you could never be?
And could you be picked out of a crowd?
Were you told there was no place for a troubled soul with an angel's face
And that you'd fade away without a sound?
(pre-chorus)
But they knew you so well at the Chelsea Hotel
Where you sent them to heaven and gave them all hell
I set out on a pilgrimage, painted in your image
You were gone before you were finished

(verse)
Were your years a symphony of silhouettes and magazines
And when did you realize you were lost?
paint yourself in blacks and blues, what have you got left to lose?
Does decedance always have a cost?
(pre-chorus)
Was it in your great haste that you had your first taste?
Did anyone notice you were going to waste?
Through the VIP passes and brimming wine glasses
Your people live fast, but you were the fastest
(bridge)
And how many years have you missed?
There's been smiles to ponder and hands to be kissed
Yes, and how many souls did you burn?
There were hearts to be broken and heads to be turned
Superstar, viewed from afar
Silver idol, long black car
Your first mistake, your lucky break
He saw you simply for what you are
(Chorus)
Can't you see she is tired of living in his shadow
Would she be queen of the underground
Is hers the path to follow
And her name
Yes her name will be remembered by those who here stand
But we can't explain
No we can't explain
You would never understand
No we can't explain
You would never understand