The Flat Baritone
Melancholic Harvest: The Poetic Journey of The Flat Baritone
Lyrics
Form a ring and wind and twine
Formation of a circle and weaving around the old grapevine.
Round the ol' grape vine
Emphasis on the wire connecting to the house.
Heavy on the wire from the house
Salting a cow and slaughtering a calf.
Salt the cow and kill the calf
Meeting someone lonely with a once and a half.
Meet her lonesome with a once and a half
Gentlemen on the east, and ladies on the south.
Gent's on the east and ladies on the south
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The solemn boy carries his silver damage
A serious boy carrying the consequences of his actions in silver.
Sold but for, the number and the image
Sold with only a number and an image.
His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
His eyes have become sad, making wine from the stems.
Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
His ears are empty, yearning for wood and skins.
Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure
Yellowed paper from salt and failure.
When he sings he slurs
When he sings, he slurs and uses the meat of his thigh.
And uses the meat of his thigh
Using the thigh to hold the book he wrote when he was lame.
T-hold the book he wrote when he was lame
Immersed in his flat baritone.
So wrapped up in his flat baritone
No castrato could attract him in from the rain.
No castrato could woo him in from the rain
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For he never raised his voice when his britches
He never raised his voice when his trousers were overflowing with richness.
Was spillin¹ over with that honey truck richness
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His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
His eyes have become sad, making wine from the stems.
Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
His ears are empty, yearning for wood and skins.
Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure
Yellowed paper from salt and failure.
Well the stylus hit the patches
The stylus hits patches, spitting on splashes, seeking scratches in the vinyl.
As he spit on the splashes
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And sought out the scratches in the vinyl
-'Neath a needle topped with nickels
Beneath a needle topped with nickels to keep the tunes going.
To keep the tunes a-goin'
Cracklin', croonin', and crowin'.
Cracklin', croonin' and crowin'
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Multi-colored, hard-boiled and hidden
Multi-colored, hard-boiled, and hidden in the corners with the dog's rusty remnants.
In the corners, with the dogs rusty remnants
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His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems
His eyes have become sad, making wine from the stems.
Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins
His ears are empty, yearning for wood and skins.
Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure
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