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Feel the Wind

Post by good4somethingbum » Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:40 pm

Feel the Wind ©2014 Robert George BMI

I was three days out of county jail way down in Loo-zee-ana
Where the dark clouds hid the full moon like a highwayman’s bandana
So I wandered without purpose down a side street to a tavern
Where the shadows hung from ceiling fans like bat-wings in a cavern
And perhaps I had no business in that carnival of spirits
O but ev’ry ship of fools prefers a stowaway to steer it
And my throat was itchy for some whiskey and my clothes were threadbare
But then she set fire to my aimlessness with flaming red hair

I was born to drown my tears in whiskey dreams
Scour boredom from my life with risky schemes
I refuse to let remorse reveal the sin
Cos there is no finer way to feel the wind


Well, we toasted petty crime and freedom at a corner table
And her Celtic beauty was as pagan as the tongues of Babel
Then she led me down a skid row dead end to an old hotel there
Buzzards perched on faded billboards advertising Kents and Bel-Airs
And she bargained for a cheap room from the night clerk with her body
Then she handed me some jasmine from an old vase in the lobby

From the purest fountain flows a boggy creek
And the greenest mountain has a foggy peak
Would the sweetest fruit I swallow willingly
End up tasting bitter while it’s killing me


Like a newly born vampire fresh from the tomb
She avoided ev’ry mirror when she entered the room
And at first I hoped that time would offer a hand
It just tipped my hourglass and poured out the sand


Then we flaked the purple wall paint and we peeled the ceiling plaster
Painting silhouettes out on the window like a shadow caster
Somewhere down the street a funky band was playing Mustang Sally
I got up and saw a tagger runnin’ down a dumpster alley
Then she bid me farewell near the stairwell with a lusty French kiss
Leaving me to clutch the jasmine that she gave me with a clenched fist
I returned to bed and drifted on a wet dream like a ghost ship
Making love’s a letter from the gods and dreaming is the post script

She’s forbidden ivory…she’s a lion’s pelt
She’s a seraph fallen from Orion’s belt
Whether you’re a pirate or a man of God
You’ll become a pilgrim in the land of Nod


Ten years later I was on a southern road trip in my hatchback
And I pulled off at a tavern and my mind began to flashback
And my drunken dreams were burning wings belonging to a nighthawk
So I drained the bottle and I drifted down a skid row sidewalk
And a rising jasmine moon was rooting in the night sky
Then my thoughts grew hazier and I felt crazier than Dwight Frye

She’s forbidden ivory…she’s a lion’s pelt
She’s a seraph fallen from Orion’s belt
Whether you’re a pirate or a man of God
You’ll become a pilgrim in the land of Nod


Down the alleyway beside a dumpster was a wicked memoir
Murals of our passion had been painted by an outlaw Renoir
Just a street kid in a ragged Reebok hoodie and some Ray-bans
And he captured all her beauty with a coupla stolen spray cans
I could fin’lly see that life is patched together from components
Memories of lonely midnight hours lit by shining moments
Sometimes love’s a bed of thorns and others it’s a bed of ether
But it’s wilder on the rare nights when it’s both and when it’s neither

I was born to drown my tears in whiskey dreams
Scour boredom from my life with risky schemes
I refuse to let remorse reveal the sin
Cos there is no finer way to feel the wind

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Re: Feel the Wind

Post by good4somethingbum » Tue Apr 17, 2018 8:58 am

Bump.

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