The Ballad of Dolores Haze
I have been writing songs lately, so I thought I’d share this one with you: think of it as sung in Country and Western style.
The Ballad of Dolores Haze
He broke my heart
But you broke my life
He was a creature of art
You were a monster equipped with a knife
A pentapod monster, I’d agree with that
His pen and photography were never so bad
I loved him so, I don’t know why
It’s not as if he was much of a guy
You killed my mother
So you could get to me
He saved me from another
Who would never let me be
Clare Quilty was his name
He was impotent, or so he claimed
You were anything but
But I’d rather be trapped in a desolate hut
No, I never vibrated to your touch
How could I when I hated it so much?
You loved me, you say
You’d take me far away
But I’d rather stay in this town of hicks
With my ironically named Dick
Than hitch myself to your terrible beam
And live again in that despicable dream
You broke my life, you see
And that’s not nothing, that’s all of me
Oh, you are hurting, I can tell
And I do pity you in your self-made hell
Goodbye honey, please dry your tears
They’re nothing compared to my childhood years
And the motels and the cars
And the bars and the barmen and the cold gray stars
Uhh…Huh?
You need to read the book to understand: the lyrics are largely made up of phrases from the book (Lolita of course).