Inebriate Waltz

from Where The Knives Meet Between The Rows by Leigh Marble

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* NOTE * This is a new recording of this song, different from the one that was released on the "Dearly Departed" Lone Fir Cemetery compilation. That earlier version is available here: music.leighmarble.com/track/inebriate-waltz

lyrics

There’s no way in hell I’m gonna go out like that
I’m spilling over with poems, from my boots up through my hat
I wrote epics and sonnets and songs , but dammit -
All they remember is “Beautiful Willamette”

Too many bad poets, peddling nonsense and fluff
I think that the public has put up with enough
To you hacks and pretenders, I bid au revoir
I’d rather keep my head down at St. George’s bar

And inebriate

I rub my tears into a stubbled chin
As I look in and wince, as I lean out and grin
Over the river, do I turn tail and flee?
Or drop myself into that dark, weird sea?

And inebriate

That great big river, that great big fall
I coulda took the plunge to end it all
But those little liquor bottles, that sidewalk slip
It was the river that killed me, sip by sip

An inebriate

I gave it my life, it gave me my name
I guess even a footnote is a measure of fame
But every poem I wrote that you never read
I’ll recite to you nightly when you’re also dead