Rakes Around the Point
Rakes Around the Point: A Noir Tale of Fate and Betrayal
Lyrics
Well once upon the avenue, I caught a fearful sight
The narrator saw something alarming on the street.
A hood emerged from hell’s alcove and stepped into the light
A figure emerged from a dark place and became visible.
The rain fell on his gutter crown with a Dunhill in his hand
The rain fell on the person's head who was holding a Dunhill cigarette.
He shot his cuffs, quickened his gait, crept nearer a black sedan
The person approached a black car swiftly.
He pulled a heater from his coat, tossed the cigarette
The person took out a gun and discarded the cigarette.
Sidled up to the driver’s door and put two in the back of his head
They shot the driver of the car twice in the head.
The cordite rose from the barrel, as the spirit said goodbye
Smoke from the gun rose as the person died.
A passing cailín crossed herself saying, “nobody wants to die”
A passerby expressed the sentiment that nobody wants to die.
Well death she’ll never leave, death she doesn’t lie
Death is a constant presence and doesn't deceive.
Death her pearls are powder white with sorrow in her eyes
Death is described metaphorically with sorrowful imagery.
She waits and in her purity drains the color from your face
Death drains life's color and waits in the lowest moments.
She’s down at the crook of wretched and ruin to cushion the plummet from grace
Death cushions the fall from grace and wretchedness.
They walked into a public house and ordered with a shout
Entering a pub where there's an uproar.
The barman claimed the high ground, “boys i’ll throw yer arses out”
The bartender threatens to throw troublemakers out.
“I’ve no grievance with the likes of you, I’ll make no last request”
The bartender doesn't want any trouble.
He swore on the ghost of the king of the gypsies in effigy upon his chest
The bartender swears an oath.
When I walk into the pub it’s like all light begins to fade
The atmosphere changes upon the narrator's arrival.
They cut ‘em down in the half light like the Lay ‘Em Out Brigade
People are attacked in the dim light.
The traitors of class and virtue and they love to drink and fight
Those who betray their class and morals enjoy drinking and fighting.
No quarter given to anyone by the rakes around the point
No mercy is shown by the reckless individuals.
Goodbye my darling family, farewell to all my friends
Bidding farewell to family and friends.
Open the book to the page on perdition to find out how all of this ends
Looking for answers in a book about damnation.
Bound for California, and I’ve scattered the riches too
Heading for California after dispersing wealth.
Oisín himself should rise from the grave, to see what the Kennedy’s knew
Comparing actions to what even legendary figures might know.
A brutish pack of devils, the likes you’ve never seen
Describing a group of cruel and unusual individuals.
They’ll coddle you in a nightmare, and end you in a dream
They manipulate and ultimately harm you.
You’ll find them with Moll Flanders, and other tramps and whores
They are associated with disreputable figures.
Be well, God bless, now on yer bike and fuck off out the door
A brusque farewell to leave immediately.
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