Raise your glass

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