These are also unfinished and unformed - basically just a bunch of ideas - and have been sitting in my box of lyrics for quite a while.
You can probably guess who this is about. This song was inspired after a meeting with "his royal highness" at Claibornes, to talk about...yikes - I've forgotten what we were talking about! Regardless, it was a power struggle, it was me standing up for something - I do remember that - and it was exhausting.
The Mayor of Claiborne's
is served steak and wine
Lording over his corner
Waiting for her for some time
And the Baron of the Bistro
Sleeps on a cot down in the back
Holds court every Tuesday
... he's keeping track
All the wine he can drink
All the ? he can handle
Beautiful paintings, leather seats, $50 candles
Bragging rights,....., 20 pillows for his head
Names to drop, ....., tank of oxygen by his bed
The queen is looking for her melancholy
He's home serving it tea with coffee
Scheming and dreaming up what she deserves
Consequence is a bitch .............
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Who is this about? I don't know who this is about. I couldn't figure it out. I want to go to Claibornes.
Maybe only a townie would know, but it's my ex.
I was thinking that . . . . ~ R
How about "all the meat he can handle" or do you want a metaphor (meataphor)?
I was just discussing meat with one of the GP yesterday. I'd like a different word, maybe even change the line to imply that he's, um, consuming all he can so that she can't have it. Hmmm.....
Kind of like taking all the air out of a room?
Yes, kinda like that.
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