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Bourbon Princess - The Waiting Noon lyrics
Car pulls up. It's dark outside. I hope that this is just my ride. The shadows came up to the door. One was of a very tall man. In his hand was some big hammer thing. I jumped a little with the ringing of the bell. The smoke came gushing-in. My head needs a-resting now. My pipe is warm and looks like milk. I rolled on all the Chinese silk. I laughed a little, looked a little, felt I was being watched a little. Time slowed down and then it stopped. I heard the turning of the lock, and noticed just how sweet and low the smoke felt on the tips of my toes. My life felt good and all worthwhile. For fifteen seconds turning, turning the dial, "The t.v. hurts my eyes! I can't see!" (my shadow is no match to his). My head is smaller than his fist. Little kindness will be found in the centers of his eyes... "One disguise per person please!" I refuse to get down, on my knees, and look up, underneath the dress. I always wondered what was best, or at least better than right now. A lucky charm or a sacred cow won't stay up on the ice too long, before she falls on through. "I'm calm and comfy, cool up here. Don't take me down too quickly, dear. Don't wanna hit my head too hard against the waiting noon." He threw me in the backseat. He shut the door, and got behind the wheel of the big car. I asked him "Are we going very far? Are we going very Far?!" |
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