Another weird offering from ER Salo Deguierre. My first country song. Sort of. It was inspired by some of the more interesting weirdness I was subjected to as a young person growing up in a certain southern-western-Midwestern state.
I have to apologize to those who are having trouble hearing my music. I get few responses on it, so I just assumed nobody was listening to my self-indulgent noodlings. But then somebody told me recently that part of the problem is my files are hard to open with this horrendous WordPress version of Quicktime. If that's the case, I'm very sorry, dear Beauty is Imperfection reader, and I will try to figure out an alternative in the future. I'm a bit tech challenged, though, something I've discussed on a few posts here, and so far my efforts to embed something cooler like SoundCloud have been all for nought.
As usual, all sounds and music made by yours truly.
"Alice Ploughshare" By ER Salo Deguierre
When I walked in the head I found you tweaking Shivering with a mirror and a straw I wrapped you up and covered you in blankets Bloody as the day that you were born
When Interstate 41 turns to Interstate 32 That's where every trucker's dream becomes a nightmare But I still love you Alice Ploughshare You were out there stealing my anhydrous I could not shake you With your vacant stare Just the kind of love I always I needed
Did you see those contents under pressure? When you mixed them up inside that tub? Did the police hear the lab explosion? When they were rousting you outside the club?
With your pupils dilated You're still stocking Sudafeds Making cocktails with the cowboys in the drive-thru
But I won't share you Alice Ploughshare Eighteen months of hard-time prison labor Can I come see you? You smell like burning hair Only 30 minutes with no touching They won't possess you Alice Ploughshare Together we can draw blood from a stone.
Was this love a match we made in heaven? Or simply one we made down in Ardmore? Your teeth rotting out and mine just browning Another year I can't give up the Skoal.
Though your eyes were black and dead Your teeth falling out your head We had more happiness than any two folks had a right to
But chains don't bind you Alice Ploughshare I saw you run away when you malinger But then I chased you Through carnivals and fairs Heaven just a pipe between your fingers
And I won't share you Alice Ploughshare Tweaking all the way to Texarkana And I still love you Alice Ploughshare It never ever seemed you could stop talking