Dirty Blues & the Post

There is a song contest for inclusion in Indaba’s sync catalog. I’m gonna give it a shot. I have a couple of catalogs of my own, one from my uncle. His song, The Post, is perfect.

I had to rethink the lyrics, though.

  1. There were names in there. A list of them. For licensing, you can’t be so specific. (That way, it can be sold to any number of shows while keeping their budgets under control.)
  2. There were some dated phrases that could be updated to simultaneously  embellish the story.
  3. Story. Slight rearrangement to flow. It is a classic story. Getting drunk in a place that’s kind of far away; a journey that never fails to produce an epic myth. There is also a subtle unrest; something about having no place to go to “get away.” A type of catch 22.

And so, my journey will be to record this blues song:

the post

liquor started goin down
the beer was tastin good
the happy hour was young and restless
everyone knockin wood

gather around the table
salute and take a shot
order another double round
we’re drinking that rum so hot

because we took a little walk on down the railroad tracks
and now we know we might not be able to make it back
we’re at the post, we’re at the post
where they treat you so fine
if you just don’t get outta line
we’re at the post

gimme another paralyzer
don’t forget the pils
a zombie, a margarita man
you know they’ll never make you ill

they’re always round the table
can i help you sir
flunkies and junkies just givin em hell
cuz they wanted it shaken not stirred

because we took a little walk on down the railroad tracks
and now we know we probably won’t ever make it back
we’re at the post, we’re at the post
where they treat you so fine
if you just don’t get outta line
we’re at the post

there’s waitresses, barmaids, and bouncers, don’t forget the chef
they’ll serve you warm and kindly
it goes right to your head

tequila and black Russians
chasing them with ex
dropping your drawers and craving some more
man you ain’t doing your best

because we took a little walk on down the railroad tracks
and now we know we’re not gonna be able to make it back
to where they treat you so fine
if you just don’t get outta line
we’re at the post

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