Bourbon Alley

An attempt at classical Blues lyricism from a musical project of mine.

Bourbon Alley, feeling low,
Thinking 'bout how I let her go.
All I can see is snow
And I'm growing f*****g cold, as ice.

And you think it's nice, 
The way that we can splice
Blues and the way we write;
Two Kingz gonna rock tonight. 

Oh, well she's gone,
Ain't no coming back.
I'm sipping whiskey, just trying to forget

That it's 'cause-a everything I lack.
So I'm pourin' out a shot,

Maybe two, or three or eight.

Who am I kidding, I'll finish this bottle

Just trying to numb this heart ache. 

Inside, I'm freezing,
Feels like forty below.
Head in the gutter of Bourbon Alley,
Puking with no pupils, I've lost all control.
And I can still see your face,
In the back of my mind. 

Another part of me dies,

I wince, then I cry.

'Inspiration Whiskey'
Saves the day again. 
Too drunk to stand,
But it feels alright my friend.
Icicles still hang from my heart,

But don't worry, I'll never wear sleeves

Since I know that honesty 

Is one of your pet peeves. 

Author's Note

2/16/15

Reviews

[Jonny The Savage]

In case anyone wants to hear it.
https://soundcloud.com/jonnythesavage/bourbon-alley-demo

[B]

Love does that
It is part of life

I like how you say you will never wear sleeves