Showing posts with label coal. Show all posts
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Monday, January 2, 2012

A Love Song for Troubled Girls




Got Them Cosmic Silver Blues Again, Mama


Coal Black and Silver Blue
went walking after midnight
Coal say,' Blue, baby,
Things they just ain't right.
We should be Queens
We should have limosines
We should own the machines
Why for all these clownshoes
be fuckin with dynamite?

We could blow this town open
our powder's so dry
but we can't get a light
never mind a piece of the pie.'
Blue say, 'Girl I so hear what you say.'
an she picked up her dobro and began to play:

Silver Blue's Love Song for Troubled Girls

Baby don' go
Don' go again please.
It makes me cry, and it makes me wheeze,
Makes me sing the blues when
I'm really mad as hell.
Baby please don' go, and I'll never tell.

Baby come back
Baby come back please.
I'll buy you a new hat and a dipped Tastee Freeze.
I'll dress you in red and
undress you in black.
I'll sing you that tune if you'll only come back

Baby go 'way,
Go away from me please.
Don't want your true lies, don't want your disease.
Your engine blew out,

you took my last dime
Baby go way and stay gone this time.



November 2011

With apologies to the immortal Coal Black 



Header image: courtesy of The Steel Guitar Forum
Footer image: courtesy google image search

Monday, November 28, 2011

Young Republican Blues


Young Republican Blues
An Ode to Coal Black

When Coal Black sings the Blues
the Blues get scairt.
They hide behind their dumpster
until daylight 
burns them dead.
Or hitch a ride in a rustbucket 58
Apache pickup 
Bubba stole from the farm
lookin for a lost highway
to Hot Lanta just to get some relief
from that Bourbon Street funeral
gris gris mardi gras beat.

When Coal Black moans the Blues
the cats come out
from every secret basement
every graveyard pine
they wrap around her
feet complete, feral ankle bracelets
purring castanets with claws,
brushing off all the mud and blood
from that blue snake tattoo
that winds up her knee
till she yawns and falls asleep
on the Young Republicans' lawn
where they don't purr but
let her be cuz
they're all a bunch of pussies
anyway.



November 2011



Character used with the kind permission of the real Coal Black
usually found singin the blues here at her House of Pain
unless she's feeding the animals at Shay's Word Garden