Occupation Songs (1)

Day 3,818, 15:14 • Published in USA USA • by Pfenix Quinn
Occupation Songs (1)

...with apologies to Lenny.







Yo, y'all..

My friends are gone and my hair is grey and I ache in the places where I used to play and I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on to you, girl.

I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song.


I said to Rainy Sunday, how lonely does it get? Rainy Sunday hasn't answered yet. But I hear her crooning all night long, oh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song.






I was born like this. I had no choice. I was born with the gift of a golden voice and twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond... they tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song.


So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll. I'm very sorry, dudes, it doesn't look like me at all. LOL. I'm standing by the e-window where the e-light is strong. Ah, kid, they don't let the dealer kill you, not in the Tower of Song.






Now, you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure: the rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor.

And there's a mighty judgment coming.

But I may be wrong.

You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song.








I see you standing on the other side.
I don't know how the river got so wide.

I loved you man, way back when and now all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed. But I feel so close to everything that we lost, you know? We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again.







Now I bid you farewell. I don't know when I'll be back. The Huns and Crows are moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track. But you'll be hearing from me lover, long after I'm gone. I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song.



Yeah, my friends are gone and my hair is gray and I ache in the places where I used to play and I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on.


I'm just paying my rent every day.

In the Tower of Song.