Bourbon and Division

[mousme]

I've had the song in my head on and off (alternating with the theme song to "Captain Planet" of all the awful things) all week. It seems appropriate.

Bourbon and Division

On the corner of Bourbon and Division
Crawling down the crooked streets at dawn
She said: “Don’t come back, all is not forgiven.”
So you crawl inside a bottle and song.
Splinters of thought dropping slowly
Snapping like branches in the wind
So you light a dog-end smoke
And you’re laughing as you choke
And you give the wheel of fortune one more spin.

Do you remember what you came here for?
Her words of wisdom scratched into the door.
You can almost taste the emptiness
Hung inside her tallow dress.
Can the darkness be as empty as it seems?
When the factories of night hum with their dreams.
And you watch a skinny dog
Cut across that dusty lot
Like the surface of the moon.

In the decompression chamber
Covered in the conversation pit
You’re sleeping underneath yesterday’s papers
And pretending the tsunami hasn’t hit.
Friday was the crucifixion
Saturday the cremation under glass
The resurrection was on Sunday
No, correction, make it Monday
‘Cause Monday’s when they come to take the trash.

Do you remember what you came here for?
Her words of wisdom cut into the door.
You can almost taste the emptiness
Hung inside her tallow dress.
Can the darkness be as empty as it seems?
When the factories of night hum with their dreams.
And you watch a skinny dog
Cut across that dusty lot
Like the surface of the moon.

And you watch a skinny dog
Cut across that dusty lot
Like the surface of the moon.
--Firewater