Absolution : Rough Notes
Absolution
this has become a combination of influences and references - principally Johnny Come Down To HiLo with Mack and Snake Island Girls, plus pilgrim, plus anything religious…with references from (and maybe not used) Pied Piper, a Shakespeare line, the Tramp’s Anthology and Funky Drag itself.
The song began as another anti-Trump thing - no absolution there, but has now become almost a murder ballad in the spirit of Boy In The Attic/Mack
In the end it is a Bawdy. A song about innocent, and
not so innocent dissolute youth
it becomes apparent that Circus is quite a gothic religious album, the imagery, largely from Venice, will be enhanced with new imagery from the forthcoming trip…the album should be released on Midsummer Day at Stonehenge…
The babbling below are the first thoughts, the lyrics are now complete and are a mile away from this, but here’s where the inspiration began…
You’ll have to wait for a bit for the completed lyrics and song…
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You & Me Looking for Absolution
Oh the girls swing in and the boys swing by looking for mass destruction
And some pass through, and some pass out looking for a new solution
She’s a Downeast gal with a Downeast style looking for a revolution
For a dollar a time it’s worth the while looking for absolution
Oh, wake ‘er (Wake her!) oh, shake ‘er(Shake her!)
Shake that gal with the blue dress on.
Lookin for absolution
See that girl with the blue sky eyes looking for a revolution
she left me with a universe of sighs looking for new solution
She bruised my heart with her storm-cloud lies leaving me confusion
I think I need absolution
the sparrows were brighter than the peacocks here at the dawning of creation
and their dogs outran the fallow deer looking for absolution
and horses were born with eagles’ wings looking for absolution
and honey bees had lost their stings looking for absolution
The dog can’t sleep
His tail won’t wag
You sweat like a hog,
beggin’ for absolution
There are tears in the eyes (tears in the eyes) of a powerless congregation
there are trees afire (trees afire) ‘cross the Plains of Desolation
and our hopes and dreams are the bloody corpses of the Devils Institution
and he’ll hang us high and out to dry - ripping up the constitution
absolution
Them Hilo gals all dress so fine, And they ain’t got Jesus on their mind.
Johnny come down to Hilo, poor old man.