A song of pragmatism in dealing with heartbreak--if only it were that easy!
jazz
comedy
swing
parody
novelty
satire
1930s
spoof
1920s
mad magazine
Story behind the song
This song has an especial poignancy for me right now, though I wrote it ten years ago. I'm in the process of cleaning out my boyhood home, with all the emotional baggage that entails. (It may not be much of a comedy song, but when I try to get serious, people laugh anyway.)
Lyrics
VERSE:
All of my most precious souvenirs
Which I have cherished, lo, these many years
Serve only to remind me what we've done--
And so I'm selling each and every one:
CHORUS:
I'm having a garage sale in my heart;
Those things with which I vowed I'd never part
Are clutter to me now that you have gone--
And so I've got them tagged
And spread out on the lawn;
The words we spoke the very night we met
Are words right now I'd just as soon forget;
So, though it hurts like hell
They're really priced to sell--
I'm having a garage sale in my heart.
SECOND CHORUS:
I'm having a garage sale in my heart;
Those treasures I collected from the start
All mock and sadden me since you're away;
I'll shine them up a bit
And put them on display;
Those tender private moments that we shared,
The shattered dreams that cannot be repaired
Are reasonably cheap
But much too dear to keep--
I'm having a garage sale in my heart.