Cold Facts Avenue
Everybody singin hallelujah
Everybody singin hallelujah
Everybody singin hallelujah
Under the streetlights
Deep in the cover of the night
People walkin
Under cover of the night
Looking for some connection......
People walkin
In and out of neon lights
Up and down
wanderin through the flickering lights
Looking for..... some kind of relief
Someone to meet
Some sweet deal going down
Some sweet deal going down
Some sweet deal going down under cover of the night
Under cover of the night
You got your tricks, you need your liquor fix
The crack of the pool balls calling you down, down to the pool hall
You can meet me down at the pool hall
Eight-fingered Eddie and and Mo is at the pool hall
Bad Jack Johnson and Joe is at the pool hall
Everybody I know is at the pool hall
They're waitin for that sweet deal
That sweet deal
That sweet deal
That sweet.....deal....
In the night.
Everybody singin hallelujah
Everybody singin hallelujah
Everybody singin hallelujah.
From the song Cold Facts Avenue by jm.
posted by jm at 2:41 PM
11 Comments:
They're waiting for that sweet deal.
Seems so, everywhere.
Nice song JM, wish i could put your voice to it.
Nice song JM, wish i could put your voice to it.
Just what I was thinking . . . it would be great to be able to hear the melody. Minor key?!
I'll get the voice out there soon.
It's actually a mix of minor and major. Starts with a B flat major 7th. Goes a lot of places. Laid back and usually played at the end of the night.
Walking rhythm.
Ah, the sweet deal. What will they do if it ever comes, one wonders.
70% of Londoners would reveal their computer passwords in exchange for a chocolate bar, according to a survey.
What will they do if it ever comes, one wonders.
What a great question. Never even projected that far. Would they recognize it? Oh that opens up the box.
A chocolate bar? Is nothing sacred?
It would take a lot more than a chocolate bar to get my password. Even if it was from a certain blond NOLA blogger that was on the prowl for a new hero.
"Would they recognize it? Oh that opens up the box."
And of those that did get it, what then? Heh. Great implied drama in your song.
"Even if it was from a certain blond NOLA blogger that was on the prowl for a new hero."
Well, that is better than that poor guy whose new girlfriend slept with him and stole his computer passwords! She turned out to be a foreign agent, of course.
And of those that did get it, what then?
Maybe they do get it, but don't realize the full value.
If they got it, I think they would pass quickly on to the next sensation like they always do. The void to be filled seems to be a longing we desire, maybe even more than fullness. I think its umbilical and really impossible to connect completely. But recognition of any amount of satisfaction would help, both personally and collectively.
One day I wish the collective would realize that the rich are disappointed with their bounty. If the others would stop aspiring to that status, it would help. Even those who complain day in and day out about the elite and the corporations are desiring that lifestyle deep down. Otherwise they woudn't be so fixated on it. And would they be willing to pay twice as much for their goods to control this stratum?
Nothing seems to do the trick. Maybe recognition of that would flip the switch and make a lot of things work as much as they can.
Anyway, when I'm out in the world, as detached as I am, I see the voracious human mouth and the grasping hand like a sea of monsters. Desire is a mother.
I have an example of the sweet deal and what would happen.
If anyone would know how to handle it, it would be a Taurus.
Today I saw a political Taurus friend of mine and the first thing she said was, "Yay democrats!"
After all this time and the intervening events she was still savoring that moment. This is appreciation of the sweet deal and why I want to cultivate my NN in Tuarus.
For some reason, that makes me want some chocolate right now. :-)
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