The Days of Pearly Spencer
Echoes of Forgotten Streets: The Poignant Tale of Pearly Spencer
Lyrics
A tenement, a dirty street
A rundown apartment building and a filthy street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Worn down by people walking barefoot
Inside it's long and so complete
The interior is long and fully experienced
Watched by a shivering sun
Observed by a cold and trembling sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Elderly eyes in a young child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Observing as shadows move quickly
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
Through walls and crevices, leaving no mark
And daylight's brightness shuns
Daylight's brightness avoids the scene
The days of Pearly Spencer
The era of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The journey is nearing its end
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Nose pressed against frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
Staring at the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
In concrete fields devoid of grass
Stumbles blindly on
Stumbling blindly forward
Iron trees smother the air
Artificial trees pollute the air
But withering they stand and stare
But they wither and only gaze
Through eyes that neither know nor care
With eyes that neither understand nor care
Where the grass is gone
Where the grass once grew
The days of Pearly Spencer
The era of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The journey is nearing its end
Pearly where's your milk white skin
Pearly, where is your fair skin?
What's that stubble on your chin
What's that stubble on your chin?
It's buried in the rot gut gin
It's drowned in cheap, harsh alcohol
You played and lost not won
You played and lost, not won
You played a house that can't be beat
You engaged in a game impossible to win
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
Now your head is bowed in surrender
You walked too far along the street
You walked too far where only rats can go
Where only rats can run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The journey is nearing its end
The race is almost run
The era of Pearly Spencer
The days of Pearly Spencer
The journey is nearing its end
The race is almost run
-The race is almost run
A tenement, a dirty street
A rundown apartment building and a filthy street
Remember worn and shoeless feet
Recall the worn and shoeless feet
Remember how you stood to beat
Remember how you stood to conquer
The way your life had gone
The path your life had taken
So Pearly don't you shed more tears
So, Pearly, don't cry more tears
For those best forgotten years
For those years best left behind
Those tenements are memories
Those rundown buildings are memories
Of where you've risen from
Of where you've ascended from
The days of Pearly Spencer
The era of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost won
The victory is almost achieved
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