Thursday, 23 May 2013

LOCAL LeGEND


Jimmy’s a Local Legend
He talks to me every day
Imbibes the cheapest of spirits
He says, “It keeps my demons at bay.”
Sometimes his words are poetic
Mostly, they’re just so profound
He will say such pearls of wisdom
Until they dig him a hole in the ground...

He says, “don’t be like me...
Don’t be like me...
Don’t be like me...

I’ve done nothing...
I’ve done nothing...
I’ve done nothing with my life.”

Jimmy’s a Local Legend
He’s there when the band comes to town
He has always floated the highest
He always came crashing down

He says, “don’t be like me...
Don’t be like me...
Don’t be like me...

I’ve done nothing...
I’ve done nothing...
I’ve done nothing with my life.”

It’s hard to be humble
No one can truly be meek
Pride is the vessel
The soup bowl of the weak
He has seen the bottom of many a bottle
He might have his whisky neat
But his eyes always look into damnation
Local Legend, needle freak

Jimmy’s a Local Legend
You can see him hanging around
His twitching facial expressions
The voices that make no sounds
He talks to the dirt of his memories
The names from his past won’t forget
He’s sure that he’s already died, twice
But Heaven don’t want him just yet...