Humor

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Cliche Town ~ Torch Singer Blues

(c) 2006


Torch Singer, Torch Singer
Songs dressed in ivory
Sultry tones drowning
In gin

Your dress is scarlet
The color of passion
But your eyes are singing
The blues

You gaze into space
To some far away place
Somewhere, anywhere
That’s not here

You’re searching for a Johnny
To take you away
And you’re holding auditions
Each night

You’re not looking
For a white picket fence
Or a scrapbook of memories
And sunsets

Just a man with no strings
And hands that are magic
With nothing hidden under
His sleeves

Who doesn’t quit easily
Or take No for an answer
But gauges your space
And your time

Who reads you like a book
Beside the bedside
So he knows all your wants
And your needs

Where a slap to the face
Means “Come back here next time
If you really meant
What you said.”

He’s got what it takes
To fan the dead coals
And flash your life
Into flames

But through the dim haze
Of the smoke filtered lights
It’s the same faire you see
Every night

And here I sit
With my alto baby
Playing softly through
Her reeded lips

An’ movin’ my fingers
Down her gentle curves
An’ making her moan
In the dark

Yeah I got what it takes
And I got what ya need
I’m not the kind who needs
To rehearse

But I’m not your guy
Though you’re not certain why
And you never could
Put it to words

So the night closes in
With its shadowy bars
And you sing like a canary
That’s caged

And the last set is done
And the stage fades to black
And you fade with the lights
As they dim

So I pack up my honey
An’ I’m takin’ her home
I know when a gig’s
Run its course

An’ the next dirty town
With another smokey room
Awaits with the rising
Full moon

At the city limits
Where the stars kiss the sky
I hear you knocking
At my empty room.

Yeah it’s the end of the line
For what was never to be
I just can’t stay and baby
You’ll never leave.


By David Ian & Dani Baldwin

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