Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Torch Song

Written in the form of the blues.


Well it's a slow drag
Like hit off cigarette,
It's a slow drag
Haven't reached the bottom yet.

It's a slow drag
Knowing soon I gotta go,
Oh it's a slow drag
I can feel the undertow.

When the net is closing fast,
I cry and I moan,
All the crazy struggle
All the heart alone

I beat the time forever
I crashed the silhouette
It just don't make no difference
I know I lost the bet

And it's a slow drag
Pulls me down and don't let go
Oh it's a slow drag,
Baby feel the undertow.

It's a slow drag
And I know that I'm to blame
Honey it's a slow drag
Ocean can't put out that flame.

3 Comments:

Blogger luckydog said...

...so I motioned over the waiter, and he brought me another round. And as he set my drink on the table I asked him to take over a drink for the singer, if she was so inclined and all, top-shelf. The waiter repeated top-shelf asked if there was a message and I said, no, no message, thanks.

As the waiter turned I took out a cigarette and lit it slow, the solid metallic clink and the sigh, wispy eddies in the veiled spots.

3:51 PM  
Blogger Nightprowlkitty said...

Well I'm drinking, my friend
To the end
Of a brief episode ...
Make it one for my baby,
And one more for the road ...

Ah, luckydog, top shelf, yeah.

4:14 PM  
Blogger luckydog said...

I know the routine,
Put another nickel in that there machine...

9:55 PM  

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