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DB/c1992,2015


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I researched the French vocab and hope it translates well.

Inspired by Gargantua and Pantagruel by Francois Rabelais.
 

Whisky In My Hand (Devil Woman At My Side)

I'm a-stumblin' down one night
To Ozzie's Grill an' Bar,
Where th' liquor's dirt cheap
An' they're playin' blues guitar.

An' as I'm nursin' my drink,
Glass o' neat whisky,
That Devil Woman sat down by me
An' she started gettin' frisky.

Yeah, I had a whisky in my hand
An' a Devil Woman at my side.
An', oh Lord, you know later
She gone take me for a ride.

She got a smile bright as day,
Laugh clear as a bell,
An' oh, she'd got them curves
That'd drive a holy man to Hell.

An' I'm a weak, weak man, y'all.
I just couldn't resist
Those diamond eyes and blood-red lips,
Those lips that drank my kiss.

Oh, I had a whisky in my hand
An' that Devil Woman at my side.
Lord, Lord, you know later
She gone take me for a ride.

We stumbled back outta Ozzie's
In a little love huddle,
An' we were gettin' hot an' heavy
'Round those neon puddles.

We ducked into an alleyway,
An' that's when I saw the flash.
When I woke up, that bitch was gone
'Cuz she lit out with my cash!

Yeah, I had a whisky in my hand
An' that Devil Woman at my side.
An' what'd I tell you, child'run?
She done took me for a ride!


DB/1.17.15

Look Up, Children

It's not that you
 Don't understand
Or that you just
 Don't care.
I know that you
 See the wrongs
And are very
 Well aware.
                         I often wonder
                           sometimes if
                         You even have
                           A clue,
                         But I think you're
                           Just afraid
                         And aren't sure
                           What to do.
                                                   I'm sure you know
                                                      All about
                                                   The power of
                                                      The Vote,
                                                   And just me 
                                                      Even saying it
                                                   Must really get
                                                      Your goat (eye roll!)
                                                                                      But look up, at least,
                                                                                           My children,
                                                                                        Look often
                                                                                           On the land.
                                                                                         I know it can
                                                                                           Be hard
                                                                                         With that light on
                                                                                           In your hand.

                                           
                                            Look up, look up
                                              And see what
                                            We all someday
                                              May lose,
                                            When melting feels
                                              More surer
                                            And Neptune ruins
                                               All our shoes.
                                        
                                              

DB/1.7.15


                                       

                                                                                     
                                        
                             
                          

Holly

  For those of you who've watched the American version of "The Office", there's an episode ("Employee Transfer") in Season Five where at the end Michael and Darryl return to Scranton after helping Michael's now ex-girlfriend and co-worker Holly schlep her stuff in a moving van back to Nashua, New Hampshire. Michael is distraught over losing her, and a consoling Darryl tries to teach him to sing the blues, but to no avail. I've often wondered what sort of blues song Michael might sing if he could find the right words to express his feelings. Maybe the one below, perhaps? (Well, no, not really.)

Dah dah duh dah duh


I once had me a woman
an' her name was Holly.
Made all the men say "Gosh!"
an' all the women say "Golly!"

But I ain't got her no more,
'cuz my baby's gone away.
An' I'm feelin' mighty mighty bad
an' that's why I gotta say:
Goddamn!
   
Holly! Ohhh, Holly!
Why you got to go away?
Oh, I need yo' sweet lovin', girl,
right here, right now, today!

(Oh, Daryl, you gotta pull this van ovah!
Pull it OVAH, my brutha!! I can't stand it no more!!
You gotta lemme out!! Lemme out!!
Lemme OUT!!!
Yeah! All right!)

Ole Mistah CEO
ain't like what he sees,
so he sent my baby far away
an' he had me beggin' "Please!"
GODDAMN!!

HOLLY!!! Ooooooh, Holly!!!
Why you got to go away?
Yes, I need yo' sweet lovin', girl,
right here, right now, today!


DB/12.22.14