The Curse of an Aching Heart
Fats Waller Lyrics


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I've been sitting here
In this room
Writing about you
Just like you asked me to
When things get bad again
Just take your hand
And remember when
The good days they shined, through you
Dream weaver
You've lost your mind
Heart breaker
You've broken your stride
Sometimes I see you In the middle of the night
Your eyes were broken stones ink riddled motel heart
Wooden frame rib bones
With knowledge the sun will die
Late nights
No sleep, thinking if I had knocked
Would you let me in
See you hanging by the rafters In the winter wind
Remember the days
When we Sprawled out on the floor
Our heads in our hands
Thought we were done for
And every night I spent alone
Was another night I'd write you home
You told me it'll be over soon.
Lets just lye here
Under the moon
We don't need no negative face
We can run at our own pace
And the day you'd hide I closed my eyes I only wanted you By my side
Let's forget what we were told
So sick of growing old
With car crash hands, accidents bound to happen
A rented out home of a heart It's left beaten and blackened
So wrap your words around my neck
Help close my eyes and just forget
So wrap these words around my neck




Help close my eyes and just forget
Motel heart Motel heart

Overall Meaning

The song, The Curse of an Aching Heart by Fats Waller, is a melancholic and introspective lyrical composition. The song speaks of heartbreak, loss, and the desire to forget the pain that comes with a broken heart. The lyrics also reveal the singer's longing for his lover, whom he writes to in a room. He reminisces about the happier times they shared together and wishes to go back to those days. He implores his lover to remember the good days and hold onto them when things get tough, but also acknowledges that they have lost their way and broken their stride. The singer feels this overwhelming love for his partner, one that feels like a "motel heart," temporary and unsteadfast.


The images painted in the lyrics are poignant and vivid. The eyes of the lover are "broken stones ink-riddled motel heart," giving the impression that the person feels trapped and closed off. The singer can't sleep, thinking about what could have been, and sees his lover hanging by the rafters in the winter wind, symbolic of the person's isolation and despair. The singer also sees himself as an accident waiting to happen, like a car crash, with a "rented out home of a heart" that has been beaten and blackened.


In essence, The Curse of an Aching Heart is a song about the pain of love, the joy of memories, and the desire to forget the hurtful moments. The lyrics capture the essence of a broken heart and the feelings that come with it.


Line by Line Meaning

I've been sitting here
I have been idle in this place


In this room
Within these four walls


Writing about you
Composing words regarding you


Just like you asked me to
As per your request


When things get bad again
In case of a recurrence of difficulties


Just take your hand
Merely hold your hand


And remember when
Recall the times


The good days they shined, through you
Positive experiences were apparent through your character


Dream weaver
One who creates dreams


You've lost your mind
You have become crazy


Heart breaker
One who destroys love


You've broken your stride
You have adversely affected your pattern of movement


Sometimes I see you In the middle of the night
Occasionally, I witness you during the darkness of the night


Your eyes were broken stones ink riddled motel heart
Your gaze has a forlorn look and your emotions resemble an abandoned and damaged motel


Wooden frame rib bones
A skeletal structure made of timber


With knowledge the sun will die
Knowing full well that the sun will eventually perish


Late nights
During the later hours of the evening


No sleep, thinking if I had knocked
Sleepless nights contemplating if I had made a visit


Would you let me in
Would you grant me permission to enter


See you hanging by the rafters In the winter wind
Observe you suspended from the rafters in the chilly breeze


Remember the days
Recall the past


When we Sprawled out on the floor
When we lay outstretched on the ground


Our heads in our hands
Holding our heads with our hands


Thought we were done for
Believed that the end had come


And every night I spent alone
Each evening that I was by myself


Was another night I'd write you home
Served as an opportunity to compose more words pertaining to you


You told me it'll be over soon.
You informed me that the ordeal will not last much longer


Lets just lye here
We should merely recline in this position


Under the moon
Beneath the celestial body that orbits earth


We don't need no negative face
We have no requirement for pessimistic expressions


We can run at our own pace
We can proceed at our desired speed


And the day you'd hide I closed my eyes I only wanted you By my side
On the occasion that you chose to conceal yourself, all I desired was to have you near me


Let's forget what we were told
We should disregard what we were told to do


So sick of growing old
Unhappy about getting older


With car crash hands, accidents bound to happen
With hands that are as sporadic as a car crash, accidents are likely to occur


A rented out home of a heart It's left beaten and blackened
A heart that has been let out to tenants now remains battered and darkened


So wrap your words around my neck
Envelop me with your expressions


Help close my eyes and just forget
Aid in shutting my eyes and ignoring everything


Motel heart Motel heart
A heart that is devoid of warmth and comfort, much like a motel




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Trombonology Erstwhile

Magnificent! Despite being gone from the planet since the last month of '43, Fats seems as vital as anyone walking around today when his irresistible music is spinning. I love when he slips into his operatic voice -- "... may God bless you!" Trumpeter Herman Autrey and reedman Gene Sedric don't receive nearly the credit they deserve for keeping up with their virtuosic and charismatic boss.

Basil Peewit

Incredibly talented musician cum entertainer!

János Merétei

I like it. - Wonderful song. (H)

B's AutoSpa

You can definitely tell where "eek a mouse" got some inspiration

Alternate&Unreleased ShellacRecordings

This is one of my favorite Fats Waller tunes. Makes me really happy and gay :)

Guillermo Guzman

Thank you for using that word in its proper sense.

Austin Bertak

Who’s playing guitar on this?

The78Prof

Albert Casey is the guitarist.

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