My Life In Art
Mojave 3 Lyrics


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Wendy gets high for the 2nd show
I watch her dance and I watch her flow for a dollar
She dreams of Vegas and the desert strips
Where she can dance and she can make a lot of money

She left her home in a pick-up truck
Left her husband when he beat her up
And now she works all night
But the Kansas wind won't freeze her heart

No, the rain just rolls right off her back
She's gonna be alright

Just tell me 'bout the boulevards
Tell me 'bout your life in art
Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards
Because Europe always seemed so far

You look so young and you talk so old
Listen up, babe, I just might take you home if you're lucky
You read some books and they broke your heart
But you don't know one thing about life

You're just a pretty boy
And these bums on the corner will take your time
Sell you their stories for a nickel and a dime
You could learn something

And she stares so hard at those neon lights
I swear to god she's gonna bust them up
She's gonna bust them up

Just tell me 'bout the boulevards
Tell me 'bout your life in art
Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards
Because Europe always seemed so far

She laughs as she lights a cigarette
Throws her arms around my neck
She says "I'll kill you"
"I'll kill you just for trying"

"'Cause you don't even have the money"
"You don't have the money"




"Just buy me a drink and we'll call it quits"
"Tell me all about your pretty boy face"

Overall Meaning

The song "My Life In Art" by Mojave 3 tells the story of two individuals who are trying to escape their mundane lives and find meaning through their dreams and aspirations. The first subject is Wendy, a stripper who dreams of making it big in Las Vegas, where she can dance and make lots of money. She left her abusive husband and now works hard all night. Despite the harsh conditions, Wendy is strong and resilient, as seen through the imagery of the Kansas wind not being able to freeze her heart. She is determined to make a better life for herself, and the rain just rolls off her back. The second subject is a "pretty boy" who thinks he knows everything about life because he has read some books. However, he is ignorant of the struggles and harsh realities of life, which the bums on the corner try to sell to him for a nickel and dime.


The chorus of the song, "just tell me 'bout the boulevards, tell me 'bout your life in art," showcases the desire of these two individuals to escape their present circumstances and find something better. The boulevards are a metaphor for the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas, while "life in art" represents the desire to find meaning and purpose in their lives.


Overall, "My Life In Art" is a commentary on the human condition and the desire for something better. It shows that despite the hardships and difficulties of life, people can find the strength to persevere and chase their dreams.


Line by Line Meaning

Wendy gets high for the 2nd show
Wendy smokes drugs to perform in her second show


I watch her dance and I watch her flow for a dollar
The singer observes Wendy's dance movements in exchange for a dollar


She dreams of Vegas and the desert strips
Wendy desires to work in Vegas and its strip clubs


Where she can dance and she can make a lot of money
Wendy hopes to make a substantial income from working in Vegas


She left her home in a pick-up truck
Wendy left her home in a small truck


Left her husband when he beat her up
Wendy fled from her abusive husband


And now she works all night
Wendy works throughout the night


But the Kansas wind won't freeze her heart
The artist suggests that Wendy is resilient and cannot be broken by the tough Kansas weather


No, the rain just rolls right off her back
The artist believes that Wendy can withstand difficult situations easily


She's gonna be alright
The artist has faith that Wendy will be okay


Just tell me 'bout the boulevards
The singer wants to learn about the boulevards


Tell me 'bout your life in art
The artist wants Wendy to describe her life as an artist


Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards
The singer reiterates his/her desire to hear about the boulevards


Because Europe always seemed so far
The singer believes that they are far from Europe


You look so young and you talk so old
The singer suggests that Wendy looks young but speaks wisely


Listen up, babe, I just might take you home if you're lucky
The artist tells Wendy that he/she may take her home if she is fortunate


You read some books and they broke your heart
The artist suggests that Wendy got hurt by reading some books


But you don't know one thing about life
The singer thinks that Wendy does not understand life completely


You're just a pretty boy
The singer refers to himself or Wendy as a handsome man who is naive


And these bums on the corner will take your time
The artist cautions the pretty boy to avoid wasting time with people of dubious character


Sell you their stories for a nickel and a dime
The artist warns the pretty boy that people will sell him worthless stories for very little money


You could learn something
The artist believes that the pretty boy could gain some valuable experience or knowledge


And she stares so hard at those neon lights
The singer describes Wendy's intense gaze at the neon lights


I swear to god she's gonna bust them up
The artist thinks that Wendy will break the neon lights


She's gonna bust them up
The singer reiterates that Wendy will damage the neon lights


She laughs as she lights a cigarette
Wendy laughs while smoking a cigarette


Throws her arms around my neck
Wendy embraces the singer by wrapping her arms around his neck


She says 'I'll kill you
Wendy states that she will kill the artist


'I'll kill you just for trying'
Wendy threatens to kill the artist just for making an attempt at something


'Cause you don't even have the money'
Wendy tells the singer that he does not have any money


'You don't have the money'
Wendy repeats her statement that the singer lacks money


'Just buy me a drink and we'll call it quits'
Wendy requests that the artist purchase a drink for her instead of paying her money


'Tell me all about your pretty boy face'
Wendy asks the artist for an explanation or story about his handsome appearance




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: NEIL HALSTEAD

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