...I recalled a song this morning - one I hadn't listened to in a very long time. It was written by John Hiatt and this version was on Willie's 40th studio album. May God bless and keep an American original, Willie Nelson.
I guess I got used to that mix back when I listened to the CD.
Here are the lyrics, which I always thought were well written. Perhaps not as well written as some of our local wordsmiths might craft, but here ya go:
What there was left of us Was all covered in dust and thick skin A half eaten apple The whole Sistine chapel Painted on the head of a pin
A life long love's work Gone up in a smirk And you didn't even see her waltz in
Now this love is a ghost, for having played host To the most unoriginal sin
At the wedding we smiled While some devil played wild violin Soon after the chapel She offered me that apple One bite and I was gone with the wind
And you needed no proof Cause the whole naked truth Was wearing only an infidel's grin
And a proud school boys boast For havin' left his post For the most unoriginal sin
Now the juke box is hummin' Al the venial short comings of men But I found me this drink That can finally sink All this guilt I been wallowing in
Buddy once you get started Once true love's departed You do it over and over again
So tonight I will toast Just who ever comes close To the most unoriginal sin So tonight I will toast Just who ever comes close To the most unoriginal sin
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Why is the Eurythmics, Missionary Man playing in my head?
Paging Dr. Freud, Dr. Freud to the white courtesy phone please...
I guess most folks like the instruments to be so loud they almost drown out the singer harrumph harrumph.
I guess I got used to that mix back when I listened to the CD.
Here are the lyrics, which I always thought were well written. Perhaps not as well written as some of our local wordsmiths might craft, but here ya go:
What there was left of us
Was all covered in dust and thick skin
A half eaten apple
The whole Sistine chapel
Painted on the head of a pin
A life long love's work
Gone up in a smirk
And you didn't even see her waltz in
Now this love is a ghost, for having played host
To the most unoriginal sin
At the wedding we smiled
While some devil played wild violin
Soon after the chapel
She offered me that apple
One bite and I was gone with the wind
And you needed no proof
Cause the whole naked truth
Was wearing only an infidel's grin
And a proud school boys boast
For havin' left his post
For the most unoriginal sin
Now the juke box is hummin'
Al the venial short comings of men
But I found me this drink
That can finally sink
All this guilt I been wallowing in
Buddy once you get started
Once true love's departed
You do it over and over again
So tonight I will toast
Just who ever comes close
To the most unoriginal sin
So tonight I will toast
Just who ever comes close
To the most unoriginal sin
Clever word choices in there, in my opinion.
For Sixty. Nice cane, SG.
LOL @ Rabel - I use that cane to keep Progressive chicks from sneaking up on me.
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