BURY ME IN MY SHADES

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Song Title
BURY ME IN MY SHADES
Writers
Silverstein
Publisher
Essex Music Benelux B.V.
% Publisher Controls
100
Territory Controlled
Luxembourg
Themes/Keywords
Death, Folk, Goodbye, Hipsters, Sunglasses, Wishes
Lyrics
In a pad with no heat up on Sullivan Street
The last of the hipsters lay dyin’
Wearin’ his shades so that no one could tell
Whether or not he was cryin’.
All the junkies and loners and coffee shop owners
Were all gathered ‘round his bed
He took one last puff on some imported stuff
And these are the last words that he said.
He said: “Send my sandals home to Mom,
Hang my T-shirt away,
Burn my guitar in Washington Square
‘Cause I never learned how to play.
Give my pad to some needy lad
And tell him the rent is all paid,
Keep my cash and my stash and my hash,
But bury me in my shades.

Chorus:
Bury me in my shades, boys,
Bury me in my shades,
Burn my guitar in Washington Square,
But bury me in my shades.

He said “Give all my Brooklyn chicks away to anyone who needs ‘em,
Give all my poems away to anyone who’ll read ‘em,
Dig me a grave ‘neath a coffee shop and let a sad folk song be played,
Get ev’ryone high on the moment I die, but bury me in my shades.”

Chorus

We threw his sandals out in the hall, we left his T-shirt lay,
We sold his guitar at the corner bar to someone who knew how to play,
We smoked all his hash and we spent all his cash and we threw all his poems away,
And Ed got his records and Mike got his books and I got the poor bastard’s shades.

Recordings

Recording Artist Genre Mood Arrangement Era iTunes
Shel Silverstein Singer/Songwriter Animated, Comic, Silly Acoustic Guitar, Group Sing, Vocal 1960's Buy >

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