Fly away Home...

... I'm off to Nashville tomorrow, and the trip is weighing on my mind... things, it seems, are once again afoot... heh.. it is always thus....

... anyway.. my mind works in mysterious ways... it truly does.... but, Hell... it's just a fucking blog... anyway, this is for Ms. Anna and Mr. Bob.. two gentle giants who appreciate a little Tommy... enjoy, guys... be sure to sing along..

.. behold, children... a "Jockey Full of Bourbon"... by Tom Waits....

Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail

Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast

Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone, hey

I said, hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
"To the carnival" is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside

Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

by Eric on April 23, 2005 | Bullshit (1) | Music
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Bullshit So Far

OK I'm trying to channel your bent and I somehow come up with John Prine, hold on I'm getting a song,

There's a hole in daddy's arm.

I tell you what dude this has to be bottom or we go to Tool and that's dark. I suggest for next after Prine,

Jonathan Edwards
Lay around the shanty

Eh?

Bullshitted by Uncle Jimbo on April 23, 2005 08:50 PM