Making Spaces

I wrote this song sometime during this past summer when I worked at a seafood restaurant in Seattle. I recorded the track on October 2nd and 3rd 2011.

Acapella

Here I am on this bus at 8 o’clock/ The only one who still smells of whisky on the rocks/ As jocks and business students from the stop  all climb on she’s the only thing I find my mind on she shines strong

The City’s a lonely thing feel its only you living/ Struggle alone really and never feel like winning/ Because there’s more and more and even more to do/ Liberation shackled instantly consumed

But I stay cuz she’s there and only cuz she is/ Probably easy to spot painfully obvious/ That I’m head over heels for her/ This other fling knows I’m not being all the way forward

And her back is nice/ And her face is standard/ But she talks fast might actually give an answer/ And that dress/ That red cloth presses against her/ We feign indifference and say we’ve seen way better

All watch sporadically/ Try not to get caught/ She knows it and continues to pop and lock it/ A pretty damn good imposter/ Goddamn it now I’m rock hard/ This suddenly got awkward

We take breaks in the spaces in between/ After dinner shifts when all the customers leave/ Your friendly waiters wasted on IPAs and mixed drinks/ Next shift same table/ Such a vicious routine (x2)

Smells of weed and stale beer/ And beautiful women more naughty than goddesses but often pursue vixens/try to stay winning/ And hope this beat floats on/ And we gloat of these shows that know don’t go on

Young college students growing alcoholics/ Work hard play hard/Certainly work on it/ Wake up dry mouth with that head throbbing/ Beds messy from some of that prior rocking

With this job at 9 o’clock I can finally buy coffee/ Daily grind no way 5-0’a are gonna stop me/ Speaking of that I need to get back to the store/ And I’m fresh out of onions don’t wanna mooch any more

Cab Calloway sang once of the mooch named Minnie/ Now we mooch cab rides all throughout the city / And we pay each other back with hand slaps and drinks/ Wonder what the fuck my grandma would think

If she knew that we take breaks in the spaces in between/ After dinner shifts when all the customers leave/ Your friendly waiters wasted on IPAs and mixed drinks/ Next shift same table/ Such a vicious routine (x4)

Reflection and Response

-P

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