Thursday, July 26, 2007

Low Miles Blues

Don't ask. Had a long conversation about relationships with a friend at Quaker Steak, of all places. Came home wanting to crawl out of my skin with frustration, and decided to write something to help cheer myself up. It's not Muddy Waters, but it helped break me out of a potentially demoralizing spiral of thought.

Imagine a gravel-voiced, barrel-chested blues man griding this out at the top of his lungs. His only other instrument an ancient slide guitar. His venue, a stereotypical, grungy, Deep South dive bar. Now you have an idea of the mental image and aural style I was envisioning. Enjoy. ;)

Low Miles Blues

Shoulda been a manwhore
Instead o’ this well-mannered bore
Shoulda been a manwhore
Bending broads against apartment doors
Sprawling on carpets with a roar
In parking garages, or in front o’ grocery stores
Spreading that ol’ seed from shore to shore

Oh yeah baby, shoulda been a manwhore
Shoulda bedded a hundred-fifty-four!

Lordy, lordy can’t you see
Should have shagged a million and one
‘cause the world ain’t no place for
a measured, moral man
No sir, it just ain’t no place at all

Dear Lord, shoulda been that manwhore
The one none o' the birds ignore
Shoulda focused on the score
Shoulda been a manwhore
But these fool eyes focused on something more
And watched opportunity soar
Blinded by damn fool's hope forevermore

Shoulda ran with the wild ones
Coulda had all kindsa fun

Whoa there young lady
You got a coupla minutes to spare?
‘Cause it’s the path o’ least resistance
in this race 'tween the turtle and the hare
Next life, gonna be the world’s latest, greatest,
Most prolifically propogated
Most spectacular in back o' ya

Someday baby, you and me, in a tree
Oh yeah girl
All night long
Lord Almighty all night long!

Shoulda been a manwhore
Shoulda focused on the score
Coulda had least a dozen
Never mind just one or two more

Posted by Erik @ 7/26/2007 12:38:00 AM