No Vacancy (Live at Monika Lightstone Studios)
Here is the second of a series of videos made with the sole purpose of people watching them (go figure). We shall call this series, “Capture and Release.” Monika and I are big game hunters, who will never pull the trigger, except when it comes to releasing music.
This is a song I wrote called No Vacancy. If you happen to like this song, you can listen to the full band arrangement on your favorite streaming service of choice, by clicking this right heya: http://smarturl.it/tx0xoc
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NO VACANCY
words and music by me
Dancing with a lover on a dead-end street
Stepping on toes with my two left feet
I fell asleep under a vacancy sign
The no was burned out but then she changed the lights
A foggy walk alone on a new moon night
She disappeared altogether when I closed my eyes
The street lights flicker on and off, on and off, on and off like her emotion
Until I find I'm off the deep end of an abstract notion
I forgot the melody a caged bird sings
The door's wide open but I've got clipped wings
The seed went sour in the dying light
So I'll sing for my supper 'til the water runs dry
The quick hide hid under a broken nail
The Essex split in two over an angry whale
There were rumors of cannibals living on the island nearby
So the survivors took the opposite course and ate each other when the truth was in short supply
I forgot the melody a caged bird sings
The door's wide open but I've got clipped wings
The seed went sour in the dying light
So I'll sing for my supper 'til the water runs dry
Parallel lines in the wilderness
Train tracks broken by a small recess
And as the casualties are listed by a talking head
She limits the emotion behind words she read
I forgot the melody a caged bird sings
The door's wide open but I've got clipped wings
The seed went sour in the dying light
So I'll sing for my supper 'til the water runs dry
I forgot the melody a caged bird sings
The door's wide open but I've got clipped wings
The seed went sour in the dying light
So I'll sing for my supper 'til the water runs dry