Jill Sobule

Jill Sobule is one of my favorites. She's a singer, a songwriter and a satirist all rolled into one woman who has the voice of an angel and plays guitar like the devil. She has the incredible ability to combine her serious chops and stunning poetic lyrics with a cutting wit, and she delivers it in a way that makes me laugh and cry at the same time.

I may, one day, post a story about the night I sang with her on stage at Joe's Pub. It was a crazy night and might be a bit too racey for the blog. We'll see.

--The following song, despite its sometimes humorous lyrics, is heartbreakingly sad and beautiful. I send it out today as a dedication to all those boys who never loved me... (You know who you are.)

"Mexican Wrestler" by Jill Sobule.

Sometimes I wish that I was an angel,
A fallen angel who visits your dreams,
And in those dreams I'd blow you a message that says
You really want me.

Sometimes I wish that I was a wrestler,
A Mexican wrestler in a red vinyl mask,
And I might grab you, and body slam you, and maybe cause
physical harm.
But when we would land
I might take pity on you,
I can crack all your ribs
But I can't break your heart.

You will never love me,
And this I can't forgive,
That you will never love me,
As long as I will live.

Sometimes I wish that I was a beauty,
A beautiful girl who was still 21,
And I'd turn your head as well as your buddies,
And I could afford to play hard to get.
We'd go to parties and you'd show me off,
And I'd go home with someone else.

You will never love me,
And this I can't forgive,
And it will always bug me,
As long as I will live.
You will never love me,
Why should I even care,
It's not that you're so special
You're just the cross I bear.