High Times - Tom Intondi

We used to sit in Irish bars

counting angels on a pin

we tore the heart from every word

kept out from gettin' in

we'd argue muscle

and the height of fame

and who would win the pennant

and the quality of drink

at the bar down the street

and the size of breasts

on the new tenant

we'd talk celt to the jukebox

drop dime in our eyes

dance with shadows in the corner

measure sorrows

in glasses of beer

bought in round

by the drunkest of the mourners

taxi spittln' diamonds

to junkies on a nod

Irish barmen telling jokes

rememberin' the old sod

that city planted parking meters

inside my brain

had me stuffin' my ears with dimes

to shut out the rain

[Chorus]
but now I sing about
high times
melt into stone
I talk in tongues
to a mountain stream
get way down to the bone yea
way down to the bone

my songs pushed heartache
on to the neon stage
my words passed for silence
in a silent rage
i did not know the sun could rise
like a hawk behind the moon
I hadn't heard a river sing
of anything but doom

[repeat chorus]

I thought I'd miss the dancin' streets
and the ladies sellin' skin
and the shivers bought with paper gold
in the carnivals of sin
for a while i dreamed of buses and subways
high above the ground
and i talked about the crazies
and all the lost i found

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