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Tom Foolery
Two O’clock Monday morning Foveaux Street was like a ghost town Except for a handful of us Liquored to the eyeballs Making our presence felt Doing the fandango A Sunday night lock in down at the X An old bar transformed into fun house Debauchery at it’s finest and most ridiculous The love addicts brought the circus to town and made the carnival start Stalking the floor boards under a dim red glow in the back room There you were With kohl lined eyes that smeared and melted into panda eyes by the nights end Shirtless and unloading your lusting pleas into the microphone all hungry and predatory An aura of fornication and brutality A silver snake spine wrist chain made from the vertebrae of a python And inked skin One tattoo, two bluebirds with the words ‘To my one and only true love’ yourself Cause you can’t trust women to stick around
I’ve been missing you Love and kisses to boot
When the X closed it’s doors for the night The love addicts and an entourage of drunken weirdos’ sprawled out Onto Foveaux Street Heading towards Joes In the kitchen the fluros’ were buzzing And cockroaches were on the prowl investigating left overs We were handing around a rolled up five dollar note thanks to generous Joe Everything was strange, distorted, thrilling, grimy. I was wearing my route 66 boots and an evening dress You said “hey, great boots baby” You were wearing a pair of snakeskin boots and scarlet pants You said “ lets swap boots for the night” You wrote your number on my arm Said “ call me tomorrow and we’ll swap back” But we never did. This was an alternate world, a parallel universe Where the stars twinkled brightly And the ocean roared along with the night owls And the music never stopped And daylight never came round to shed light On the darkness. Sometimes I long for that carnival to start The neon frowns to fade into the blackness And the warm, The warm embrace of the night The judgements and criticisms of daylight to pale into insignificance Under the dim red glow in the back room To shed the suits off business types and lull them into the funhouse Bare and brazen.
I’ve been missing you Love and kisses to boot
You coloured in the world With big bloody red brush strokes Memories and snapshots of hard drinking, hard love And bruised hearts on torn sleeves There were belly laughs and open arms There was always something crazy going on We’d feast on each Others words Declarations through clouds of camel cigarettes and bourbon soaked vocal chords And thankyou for introducing me to Peking duck
There’s no one like you Love and kisses to boot And Kisses to boot baby Kisses to boot Kisses to boot There’s no one like you No one like you No one like you
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