One for My Baby...

As I mentioned earlier...I've been in a weird mood for the past few days...not really sad...kinda like I just don't give a shit.....anyway...tonight has proved, once again, that there are few things that a good Bowmore and some pleasant conversation can't soothe....I feel just dandy-O....but, maybe that's just the Scotch...hmmm...I guess we'll see in the morning...but, seeing as I'm in a sharing mood, I wanted to torture all of you bastards with that damn song that got me so depressed...hell, if I can mess with y'all, maybe I'll force the little devil on MY shoulder up your way instead....hey, nothing personal...but...better you than me, right? it all it's glory...

One For My Baby

It's quarter to three,
there's no one in the place
Except you and me

So set 'em' up Joe,
I got a little story
I think you should know

We're drinking my friend,
to the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I got the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
Feeling so bad, won't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's code
Just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it,
but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say
And when I'm gloomy, won't ya listen to me
Till it's talked away

Well, that's how it goes,
and Joe I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found,
It's gotta be drowned
Or it's soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Long, it's so long, winding road

Sinatra rocks, pally....if you have got this song in your collections somewhere...either by Frankie, Dean, Harry Connick Jr., or even Robbie Williams...then put it on...pour yourself a large Scotch....light up a cigar....and pretend you are there in Vegas..even if just for a little while....gimme one for my baby...and one more for the road...

by Eric on December 01, 2003 | Comments(1) | SWG Stories

Comments so far:

"Read some Kerouac, and it put me on the tracks
to burn a little brighter now.
There was something about roman candles fizzing out,
shine a little light on me now.
Found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation,
alcohol can thrill me now.
It's gettin' late in the game to show any pride or shame,
burn a little brighter now."

Fish (Marillion)

posted by: werbinox on December 3, 2003 12:02 AM