A smoky bar
Dimly lit, and extra dingy
Not the ma' and pop place
You'd want your kids to go
Those barstools
They always knew me
The way I liked to lean
And listen to that thump
That baseline
Oooooooooh
On an old Rickenbacker bass
She was tuned way low
Low like she meant business
Thunk
With a chunky fuzz
Through a B-52
As it rattled each empty glass
And boy, the ones not empty
Whisky waving
Like a ******* T-Rex
Was walking to your Jeep
Sometimes,
It's only music that
Will ever thump to the beat
Of your heart
Memories of my old haunts and the sweet sound of a ****** band. There's something truly cathartic about it.
