Pay The Fiddler

Marlena wouldn’t have opened her door to just any man, a girl had to be careful after all. But when she’d parted the curtains a smidge and got a gander of the pretty man standing on the stoop, she about tripped over her own feet getting to the door and flinging it open.

“Well, hello there,” she said, pasting on a saucy grin. “What can I do for you?”

Light bugs and moths danced around the porch light, throwing flitting shadows over a scarred but handsome face. He quirked a black eyebrow. “Marlena Bledsoe?”

“The one and only.” Must’ve been asking about me down at Rudy’s. She tucked a bleached-blonde curl behind her ear, cocked a hip.

“It’s time to pay.”

The smile slid from Marlena’s face. Her belly knotted up. “Huh?” But she knew…

“Hassie sent me.”

“Who’re you?” And she knew that too.

“Cicero.” His golden eyes met hers. “Here’s what you’re going to do…” Continue reading “Pay The Fiddler”

Hello Cruel World

Hello Cruel World video

Performed by: Gretchen Peters

Writer(s): Gretchen Peters

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Confirmation

She’s not good enough
Someone told her so
Dripped poison in her ear
A long time ago

The mirror confirms
Shows dull frizzy hair
A nose too long
Ugly body when bare

The paper confirms
When she scrawls with pen
Mediocre writing
No contest it’d win

The past confirms
No good deeds were done
No sacrifices made
No battles won

The present confirms
A dull empty life
No one’s darling
No one’s wife

The future confirms
What she already knows
Nothing will change
Down that long dark road

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Sleeping Dogs

Stretched out like a sorrowful slithering snake
No warm sun, no cool moon to light its way
Dank and dismal, ceiling scaly with stunted stars
Purgatory’s hallway, colored tear-stained gray

Barred doors line its bowed-in, petrous walls
Fashioned from lies and anger, jealousy and greed
Keys without locks, and locks without keys
Hiding haunted hearts that eternally bleed

Cold bricks weep night sweats, whiskey, and coke
Discordant screams slide underneath sallow doors
Unanswered prayers seep through crumbling cracks
Curdle into a slippery stigmata upon the frigid floor

Don’t break the painted-over seal, don’t peer inside
Don’t look upon fractured faces hiding hurts and slights
Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to
Don’t offer false salvation…let sleeping dogs lie.

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Like A Rock

Like A Rock video

Performed by: Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band

Writer(s): Bob Seger

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Death Becomes Her

Death becomes her…
Smoothed the seams that lined a tired face
Erased the anger from eyes of green flint
Hushed the blush that colored cold cheeks
Purged the pain from a heart, empty and spent

Death becomes her…
Hollow hope packed its overstuffed bags
Romantic ruminations stepped out the door
Borrowed tomorrows went on vacation
And now sleeps serenely beneath sandy shores

 

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Run Through The Jungle

Run Through The Jungle video

Performed by: Creedence Clearwater Revival

Writer(s): John Cameron Fogerty

Good Enough

Marlena was going to have to do something about the sheriff.

“You be nice to me, and I won’t pay Marshal a visit,” he’d said last night, his hot damp hand squeezing her thigh. “Won’t go poking around in the woods out back of his trailer, see what I can find.”

She had been taking a break between shows at Rudy’s, slumped in a back booth sipping a beer when Leroy Jones, sheriff of Rooker County, had plopped down beside her and delivered his ultimatum. She’d known what he meant by being “nice”, she hadn’t fallen off the turnip truck yesterday. The nerve! She might strip for a living, but that didn’t make her a whore.

Now, she was between a rock and a hard place. Either give the sheriff what he wanted, or see her brother, Marshall, get hauled in for growing marijuana—wasn’t like he cooked meth or nothing bad like that—leaving his wife and five kids to fend for themselves.

Yeah, she was going to have to do something, and that was the reason she was here now, crawling at a snail’s pace down Forked Tree Road, risking tearing the bottom out of her old Thunderbird, to pay a visit to Aunt Hassie.

‘Cause everybody knew that Aunt Hassie could fix most anything—for a price. Continue reading “Good Enough”

Set Fire To The Rain

Set Fire To The Rain video

Performed by: Adele

Writer(s): Adele and Fraser T Smith

Night Childe

She walks in step with the night
Snuggly swaddled in its ebony coat
It has always been her one true friend
Her muse, whom she often quotes

She scribbles her wishes on its blank black canvas
Staples her dreams to the backs of dingy doves
Nails her hopes to the wings of ravens
And sends them all to the stars above

She is black lips and blacker heart
Sultry sin in its purist form
A damaged damsel gone bad
Doing whatever it takes to keep warm

She dances with the devil
A wicked waltz of spreading blight
Hoots and howls at the moon
Parts her thighs and devours its light

 

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