Gone to Pablo - Luka Bloom

The maid came to her room Wednesday morning

Found a pistol lying by her side

For thirteen years she kept her fires burning

Lost in pictures, no place left to hide

Jaqueline’s gone to Pablo

Jaqueline’s gone to Pablo

Alone too long, the night became her lover

She knew that he’d been waiting all this time

With dreams and magic pictures to uncover

Now that all that earthly sadness was behind

Jaqueline’s gone to Pablo

Jaqueline’s gone to Pablo

People go to galleries in Europe

To wonder and to feel Picasso’s soul

Jaqueline’s gone to Pablo

Jaqueline’s gone to Pablo

Jaqueline’s gone to Pablo

Jaqueline’s gone to Pablo