There's an open mic venue in the city where I live and it's the best around in regards to sound and audience.
There's constant flux of tourists ' new faces that go there.
There are three moderators of different temperaments.
None of them are very professional, one of them I sort of get along with.
The other artists that go there hang out in little gangs.
Nothing brings people together more than them having a common enemy.
I haven't the social graces that are expected (i.e. sucking up, dissing down).
As I don't like little gangs it can be difficult not to become that enemy. lol.
Whatever, but when this interferes with my performce, I get bothered.
I guess in a sullen moment I wrote this to play there, should the mood take me.
It's almost ready.
I'd appreciate some feedback. (is it evil?)
not if I should see you first
a good axe, a fine form and a full house
can you dig this scene of clockwork clowns?
little hierarchies 'mongst the mediocre
I'm all too often hit when this stuff comes down
watch that river running in reverse
you will not see me, not if I should see you first
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the brothel basement, walled in, tortured soul
blind to beauty from pillar to post
sings like a cowboy, never once saw a horse
'standing in what looks like bordelaise sauce
should you think that it could get no worse
you don't phase me, not in any universe
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walk barefoot n' I've got dirty feet
like any sailor far away from sea
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with a little love, what is there to lose?
no one going nowhere no time soon
inane skeletons, all poised for conquest
n' falling nothing short of the burlesque
over-hyped, deluded amateurs
we'll step outside, I'll take anything that hurts
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watching the river run in reverse
you will not see me, not if I should see you first
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