Burlesque Investigations | Part 5
Category: Miniature
Burlesque Investigations | Part 4
Merry Christmas!
“I was neat, clean, combed and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed Santa ought to be. I was ready for the big night out.”
Wrong Movie!
Noir | Going Sideways
November 2020: Hausmusik
Repose
An entry for Thursday’s Special at Paula’s Lost in Translation.
Moon, Fog, Stag
Paula is back, challenging us to pick a word on Lost in Translation – so I picked “lunar” for a start. And there is also a daily Halloween challenge by Jennifer aka Tourmaline . where I am tad late with the fog and almost on time with the moon. which, all things considered, coincides very nicely with this day of the week: Montag / Monday / Lunedi / Lundi / Lunes.
No Title
Retreat
“L’enfer, c’est les autres”
Andy Shauf: “Wendell Walker”
My son, my son, she is the devil’s child
Won’t you save her while you can
Cut down the other man.
Andy Shauf: “Covered in Dust”
I will die a poor man
Covered in dust
Dreaming of you
Andy Shauf: “Hometown Hero”
Hometown hero flexing his arm
With a five-yard pass to the end of the bar
He says, “I’ll be right back I’m just gonna go grab another pack.”
Walks one block to the all-night station
And steps into a situation
There’s a man with a gun pointed at the nervous clerk
And before he could think
He was tackling the gunman
Who hit his head and was knocked unconscious
The clerk relieved said, “Oh my god
You’re a hero man and you should stick around
‘Til the cops get here, maybe you’ll make the morning news.”
But the hometown hero rose to his feet
Tossed him the gun and said, “Thanks, but I’ve gotta run
I’ll take a pack of camel lights and be on my way.”
Andy Shauf: “I’m Not Falling Asleep”
When will I ever be safe from myself
If the danger all lies between heaven and hell?
When I close my eyes, I’m not falling asleep
I am opening drawers, I am sifting through papers
Please stay a while, I’m not falling asleep
I’m not falling asleep, I’m not falling asleep
…
Andy Shauf: “Drink My Rivers”
Light sleeper
Easy dreamer
Do you dream of me
When I’m far away
Do I drift further every day
When i drink my rivers, drag my feet, and drown in my dreams
It’s not as bad as it seems
Andy Shauf: “My Dear Helen”
Thinking about heaven, thinking about everything
So be waiting by those gates, you might need to sneak me in
I don’t know how they feel about us accidental killers
I don’t know how they feel about us tired old men
I don’t know how they feel about us tired old murdering men
Andy Shauf: “Jerry Was a Clerk”
He said ‘I know an old farmer doesn’t trust the bank
Keeps his money buried out behind his water tank
He told me once when he was out of his mind’
‘Oh boys our time has come
To live among the privileged ones’
Andy Shauf: “The Man on Stage”
I am the man on stage slurring your favourite songs.
Making up a few of the words as I go along.
Taking the edge off of me
Is a necessity when I’m singing these words that I no longer mean.
I am not a poet, I’m a broken heart
And though you didn’t dispute it, I don’t really play the part.
I am not dishonest, I’m a lost detail
Leaving out the good words to hide my trail.
Spring 2020
empire of lights 