graffiti song
March 9, 2010 10:55 PM
old/well-loved song. been meaning to throw this up for a while. jazzy ditty about the internetty world. needs a competent brass bit if anyone's interested.
found myself a pretty missy to sing my jazz/blues songs, sos I'm working on this one, this is the first recorded draft of an old song.
anyone wanna replace that kazoo?
posted by es_de_bah (6 comments total)
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mincing words, trying not to sound trite. write it off, tho it never comes off right. gotta bark, i gotta bark up a good fight, because i don't bite.
my pen's a sword but my voices just ain't no fist. i clear my throat and then i slur like i'm dead pissed. hope you fill in any words that you might have missed with the words you wished i'd said.
because the world just ain't a stage no more. it's a half-hinged, chipped paint men's room door. all the writing's on the wall and i'm locked in the stall, where my car-keys carve out poetry between all that filthy pageantry. between the racial slurs and phone numbers you'll find my masterpiece. anyway, that's where you'll find me.
you see the trouble is that me and honesty are never in the same room as lucidity. sincerity is just a symptom of whiskey, at least for me.
the only time when I am both sober and free is when locked doors afford me anonymity: a theme that seems to lend itself exclusively to graffiti.
every blank space is a canvass when you just want to be seen.
whoever sings screams the loudest surely will be king
I don't mean to scream but you've got to play the room
posted by es_de_bah at 10:58 PM on March 9, 2010