Good afternoon gentlemen
this meeting is adjourned
it’s always a pleasure doing business with you
until our next transaction
I bid you all a sweet adieu
I’m in a hurry to catch a flight
got a client on the coast who plays no favourites
his friends are numbered...
Packed my case of beer
carton of cigarettes
and a stacked deck of cards
cause I’ll be playing solitaire with the devil tonight
So send a message to the captain
to the admiral
to the fleet
this man has mutinied
and he refuses to eat
cause there’s acid in the water
mescaline in the air
don’t know how I’ll ever make it
and at this point really don’t care
cause I’ve got one little - two little -
three little black ones...
up and down on the Dexedrine spin
So come on all you sailors
lend a great big hand
there are bridges burning across the water
confusion on the land
personal anarchy’s on our very doorstep
so let the flag fly ‘high’
And the lessons of the past
from the first to the last
have been forgotten
in the rush to do business with the man
wearing a number on his forehead
and the candy in his hand
So send a message to the captain
to the admiral
to the fleet
the men have all mutinied
and they refuse to eat
cause the ocean has been supercharged
waves have all caught fire
there’s a storm raging like we’ve never seen
our only chance is to make it
to the eye of the hurricane
cause we’ve got four little - five little -
six little white ones...
up and down on the Dexedrine spin
So well done throughout, of course...meaning and metaphor combine in what seems on the surface to be a little playful, but so sinister beneath...I hope I'm explaining myself well here...but it reminds me of some elements I adore in certain music...always great to read you, Chris.
