if only I could play flamenco style guitar to go with this. It's got a spanishy feel and the lyrics came out of "battered matador" - I just liked the sound it.
Matador's wife
Who'll buy a drink for an old battered matdador's wife?
Black as a shadow she sits at the bar
That carries his name and worships his old suit of lights
Smiling she holds back the tears as heavy as lead
She buried her heart on the sand where she last held his head.
Who'll buy a drink and remember his dance in the fight?
Pasos doblados he'd turn on his heel
Kneel before death and bring down the devil outright
Glory, she knows how it soon drains like blood in the sand
All that is left of their life is the ring on her hand.
Who'll buy a drink for a widow who no longer cares ?
Faded old posters look down from the walls, scarred with grafitti
stains and chewing gum stares.
Only the warmth of the sheets feels like love in the night
Buy me a drink and tomorrow we'll hide from the light.
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