Purple Avenue
Holly Cole Lyrics


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I slow down, Purple Avenue
To march around in April's shoes
Weathervanes remind
Of the summertimes that I've left behind

Money's gone, for Auld Lang Syne
I spent on eastern standard time
Whatever happened to my roll
September fell right through the hole
All I've got is empty pockets now

Why does August try so hard
To hoist me on my own petard
I've learned one thing from how we were
That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure

The shadows fall but I cannot thread
The tenor of the things you said
All that's left is flesh and bone
Lights are on but no one's home
All I've got is empty pockets now

I spill myself another drink
I count the silver in the sink
The orchestra is blind
But I've never been the worrying kind

Subsequently and furthermore
I'll sleep right here on the draining board
I'll never be paroled




I like to drink them while they're cold
All I've got is empty pockets now

Overall Meaning

In "Purple Avenue," Holly Cole tells the story of a person who is reflecting on their past mistakes and struggles to make ends meet in the present. The song starts with the singer driving down Purple Avenue, which could be a metaphor for a nostalgic trip down memory lane. They seem to be envious of the carefree days of summer that have now been replaced by financial worries. They spent their money on "eastern standard time," a line that could represent a metaphorical journey to the east or simply wasting time on something they regret.


As the song continues, the singer discusses the difficulties of life in August, a time of year that seems to bring about their own pitfalls. They have learned from their past mistakes, "That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure," but the shadows of their mistakes and the scars of their failures prevent them from moving forward. They are now left with "empty pockets" and nothing else.


The last verse reveals the singer's struggle with alcoholism, suggesting that they may have taken to drinking to escape their problems. They are comfortable sleeping on the draining board, as their life seems to be heading nowhere. The line "I like to drink them while they're cold" might be interpreted as a metaphorical expression of a preference for numbness and detachment from reality, rather than facing the harsh reality of their situation.


Line by Line Meaning

I slow down, Purple Avenue
I adjust my pace as I enter Purple Avenue


To march around in April's shoes
To explore and experience new things like April does


Weathervanes remind
Weathervanes bring back memories and nostalgia


Of the summertimes that I've left behind
Of the fun, warm summer days that are now in the past


Money's gone, for Auld Lang Syne
I spent my money in the past for Old Times' Sake


I spent on eastern standard time
I wasted my money on things that weren't worth it


Whatever happened to my roll
What happened to my money and success


September fell right through the hole
I lost everything in September


All I've got is empty pockets now
I am broke and have nothing left


Why does August try so hard
Why is August so difficult and challenging


To hoist me on my own petard
To cause my own downfall


I've learned one thing from how we were
I gained a valuable lesson from our past experiences


That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure
It's better to prevent problems before they happen than to fix them afterward


The shadows fall but I cannot thread
I am unable to comprehend the meaning behind your words


The tenor of the things you said
The underlying meaning of the things you said


All that's left is flesh and bone
All that remains is our physical bodies


Lights are on but no one's home
You may appear present, but your mind is absent


I spill myself another drink
I pour myself another drink


I count the silver in the sink
I check my financial situation


The orchestra is blind
The world can't see or understand my struggles


But I've never been the worrying kind
I am a carefree person and don't let things bother me


Subsequently and furthermore
In continuation and addition


I'll sleep right here on the draining board
I'll rest anywhere


I'll never be paroled
I am free-spirited and can never be held down


I like to drink them while they're cold
I prefer my drinks when they are fresh and new


All I've got is empty pockets now
I am left with nothing




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: THOMAS ALAN WAITS

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