One Good Thing

Words & Music by Louise Taylor
© 2012 Louise Taylor/Blue Coyote (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.

he reads to me dirty magazines from the back seat
covers my ears with the arch of his feet
the roving ocean in a shell
the rhythm of his voice
he feeds me sardines hooked on a key
saying look-y here sister a gift from the sea
pours his big hands over my wings
that's one good thing

you know his voice totes a five pound rasp
shaved the heals off of Pegasus, knocked her flat on her ass
in the middle of a Texaco stride
shaken but alive
he sets it up, plays the car with a drum roll
recites a poem that would terrorize any dark soul
no apologies for the tears that it brings
that's one good thing

I know he's broke, I've broken a few
I've touched the names of all those pretty girls tattooed
across his wilderness
oh I can only guess
but right now he's holding on and laughing like a boy possessed
and my paper doll cut off her own dress
anyways there's no bargaining
that's one good thing

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