I tried to give the metre on this a kind of a waltz feel to it.
So we brokered no thoughts of desertion
When the prophets confessed to their fraud
And the sinners who watched from the dance floor
Demanded their share of our god
How I loved you forever and ever
As I sang the song sweet Adeline
So we waltzed to a tune that was silent
But our steps could not keep the time
Ah we danced to a jig that was broken
As the candles burned low in the night
From the wax of each candle we moulded
An effigy golden and bright
Then the effigy stood on a bar stool
And recited the mantra of pain
Then to all of the fools who would listen
It recited her mantra again
Now our feet they are bloody and swollen
As the music continues to play
We have danced every year of forever
We have danced for not even a day
Let me bid you farewell for the evening
As the partners continue to change
And they play Adeline everlasting
Before turning over the page
Jim, great piece of writing...I can only think the dance reflects the barbers movement around and around, back and forth about the chair while servicing the customers, one after another...thanks for the link on the PP which led me to you here..
Tom Watson
James,
I have no clue what this is about. I read it four times, and I still have no idea. Even still, I love it. And I find glimpses of my own truth in it. Your metre is spot-on, and I love the image of the efigy standing on a bar stool reciting her mantra. The one question I keep coming back to is "what does this all have to do with a barbershop?"
Hmmmmm. Very intriguing.
Leo
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Tom Watson
I have no clue what this is about. I read it four times, and I still have no idea. Even still, I love it. And I find glimpses of my own truth in it. Your metre is spot-on, and I love the image of the efigy standing on a bar stool reciting her mantra. The one question I keep coming back to is "what does this all have to do with a barbershop?"
Hmmmmm. Very intriguing.
Leo