Story Behind The Song
I have taken great inspiration from poets like Ginsberg and bukowski and i just imagined what it must have been like in smoke filled bars back in the day, sitting on stools and reciting.
| Song Length |
3:42 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Content, Composed |
Subject |
General, Imagination |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Gomez |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
The Scorpions sting is his drink of choice, shades slide down his face ,he has tom waits voice,
Meanwhile
Cigar smoke floats above the pool table, her legs around the pole as he starts his recital
Beat poetry and humorous prose everyone stops as he spits on the microphone, syllables bounce In a drum like fashion, the articulate ramblings from the main attraction
He reads
His eyes are closed but the light's still on, theres a boisterous crowd outside his sleeping home, an online article resonates deeply, the man said shoot me, so she clobbered him with meat,
And then the sound of a wise old owl up a tree, it hoots though the window denying him of sleep, he has an early start with such cool mint breath and the sound of a laugh from a qualified vet........in debt
Beat poetry and humorous prose everyone stops as he spits on the microphone, syllables bounce In a drum like fashion, the articulate ramblings from the main attraction
He loosens his tie and sips on his scotch, he points to the clock, then he looks at his watch
Meanwhile
People come and go and pass the neon bud sign, he coughs then begins with a controversial line
Beat poetry and humorous prose everyone stops as he spits on the microphone, syllables bounce In a drum like fashion, the articulate ramblings from the main attraction
He reads
She believes in god it brings her joy, love and solace, he believes in Darwin and Alfred Russell Wallace, they co-exist bite their lips at friends opinions, love each, hold each other and there to listen
Weather permitting we'll sit, even if its cancelled, the cat doesn't want you to leave she's crying out still, heartburn strikes cause you've eaten far too quickly, she provides a fact about open heart surgery
Beat poetry and humorous prose everyone stops as he spits on the microphone, syllables bounce In a drum like fashion, the articulate ramblings of the main attraction