I hear the Nightclub Singer Male 42 He's wearing a grey suit The type that has The small lines Running through Threads waiting For something Wool I assume And black shoes Slip ons Shiny He sings over a lazy beat Da de da de da de Da doh Da doh Do Over and over His suit getting tighter His hair slicker Than the lies I tell
Im sitting in the corner The booth is a round one But I am alone Except for my guests I fill their plates And eat My dessert
There are no waitresses Because nobodies Waiting And I can't muster The courage To say I'm hungry The cake And constant cigarette smoking Must have got me And as I roll back Onto the floor and Into the music The singer fades out To a guitar solo That made me shake Thunderous music That grabs at Your soul
I noticed later When I put my head Against The pillow I hear my heartbeat Deep behind my ear Behind my ear drum Behind what is Behind there Da de da de da de Dah doh Dah doh Doh
This is one of a series of pieces I wrote after finding out I had tinnitus in my right ear, and was starting to lose my hearing. As a musician this had me absolutely terrified, and as a creative I felt it necessary to find a different outlet of expression if I couldn't continue with writing music. I really do hear my heartbeat when I put my head against the pillow and some nights it really ***** with me. The title comes from a Jazz Station I used to listen to as a kid, WBGO 88.3 Newark.