with Prine, it's always more about the lyrics.
And Prine's lyrics can pack a punch. Like these from his song "Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)" from the 1978 album "Bruised Oranges"
"I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart
"You better look out below!"
It ain't such a long drop, don't stammer, don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
And you'll carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go
You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, say, "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know
For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap
of your very own chain of sorrow"