Last Call Blues (Acoustic)
an acoustic guitar blues ock song about a drinking addiction
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Lyrics
[Verse]
The amber liquid level measures the afternoon
A cracked porcelain saucer holds the residue of June
The clock on the mantle has forgotten how to chime
While I settle every debt with a currency of time
There is a hollow rattle in the cabinet downstairs
Beneath the heavy dust of a thousand unsaid prayers
The label on the glass is the only face I know
Watching the shadows on the floorboards stretch and grow
[Verse]
I sold the silver spoon and the winter overcoat
To keep this burning ship of wreckage afloat
The neighbors turn their heads when I stumble down the lane
They see the rust inside my bones and the silver in the rain
I used to have a compass and a map of solid ground
But the horizon disappeared when the first cork was unbound
Now the sunlight hits the carpet like a gavel in a court
And the distance to the doorway feels a thousand miles short
[Chorus]
Give me one more measure of that bitter stinging grain
To wash away the copper taste of old familiar pain
The bottom of the vessel holds a truth I cannot speak
While the spirit grows so heavy and the resolve grows so weak
I am wading through the river where the bitter waters flow
With nowhere left to wander and no other place to go
[Verse]
The mirror is a stranger with a pale and weary eye
Counting every minute that has withered and gone by
The floor is tilted sideways like a deck upon the sea
Where the ghosts of better men come to sit and talk with me
They ask about the garden and the fruit upon the vine
But I tell them that the harvest has been turned to salty brine
They fade into the wallpaper before the lamp burns out
Leaving me with nothing but the shadow of a doubt
[Pre-Chorus]
The cold iron key is turning in the lock
The silence is much louder than the ticking of the clock
The ceiling is descending like a sheet of heavy lead
While the hunger in the marrow must be constantly fed
[Chorus]
Give me one more measure of that bitter stinging grain
To wash away the copper taste of old familiar pain
The bottom of the vessel holds a truth I cannot speak
While the spirit grows so heavy and the resolve grows so weak
I am wading through the river where the bitter waters flow
With nowhere left to wander and no other place to go
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