it turned into a drinking song. Funny how actually having a drink doesn't help the writing process much but it always seems to make good subject matter. The cough seems to have helped my voice a bit and of course introducing the new miss tanglewood herself. Have a listen on myspace/dombailed
Raise your glass
A holy communion of saints of the sewer
is gathered around at my side
Criminals writers and poets and thieves
I call brothers with some sense of pride.
There on the table lies jude the obscure
A prince among men in these parts
Known for his thinking
But more for his drinking
He'll live on in each of our hearts
So raise your glass for one more round
So raise your glass for one more round
Got my looks from my father
Red eyes from my ma
And my purse from that guy on the floor
Got my boots from a priest making love in the park
So I don't think he cares anymore
Now I've travelled the world and sat in the shade
And watched death on a warm afternoon
I've broken the bread And bloodied the blade
And forgone the sun for the moon
So raise your glass for one more round...
Now I still believe there is truth to be found
at the bottom of each glass or jar
A whisper of angels vibrating around
in your head it hits the bar
Some people say that your wasting hour life
With your head in a muddle of clouds
But this holy communion of saints of the sewer
Is proud to be singing aloud
Raise your glass for one more round
Raise your glass for one more round
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