Random Music Thread LXXVII: We'll Be Careful, Cobbler Will Be Dead

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Lil Boosie and NSW's Snake Mountain Canyon Man posts are way over my head and I'm too stoned to Google it and find out what the fuck is going on.
 
Last time I was in Chicago, I bought a Buddy Guy CD from Buddy Guy at Buddy Guy's Legends. I took a cab, though.

Also, the catfish dinner there was excellent.

The last time I was in Chicago, I saw a bunch of people from this thread. Some band too.

Also, the caramel mixed with cheese popcorn there was disgusting.
 
Nor I. But I've heard so much about it, it feels like I've watched it numerous times.
 
At 21
I was born a son
And on that day I knew
I could kill

To protect the ones
We put bullets in guns
Or anything it takes
To take a life
Until it's still
 
I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel
I want to drive you through the night, down the hills
I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear
I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear
 
Stealin' down an alley on a cold dark night
I see a halo in the rain 'round a street light
I stop and look and listen to the sound
As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around

Alone, I gaze into the glistening street
The distant thunder
Echoing my heartbeat
Urging me on to a secret goal
Away from the light from this lamp on a pole

So I turn
Slip away into the rain
Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
An old box of matches and a gasoline can

Darkness envelops the scene like a shroud
A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds
Filling up the cracks in this desolate place
Cradled by the night in an icy embrace

I move through the town like a ghost in the rain
A dim reflection in a dark windowpane
Blackness beckons from every side
Creeping all around like an incoming tide

A broken window in an empty house
I slip inside and begin to douse
The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire
And push back the night, taking me higher

On out of the darkness
In a deafening roar
The match in my hand is the key to the door
A simple turn of the wrist will suffice
To open a passage to paradise

I pause
Think about the past in the gloom
The smell of gasoline permeates the room
Everyone has a little secret he keeps
I light the fires while the city sleeps

The match makes a graceful arch to the floor
Time stands still as I turn for the door
Which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street
I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet

Reaching for the night
Which recoils from the fire
The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir
Dying in the flames with a terrible sound
Calling all the names of sleepers all around

But then in the arms of the night they lay
Their dreams
Sprout wings and fly away
Out of their houses in a gathering flock
Swarming overhead as I hurry down the block

I make my escape with the greatest of ease
And safe in the darkness, I drop to my knees
A light in this window, my hand on the latch
I reach in my pocket
And pull out a match
 
Let me in, the voice cried softly,
From outside the wooden door
Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance,
Blood stained the icy wall of the shore

I'm the only one left. the storm, took them all,
He managed as he tried to stand
The tears ran down his face
Please, it's cold

When he woke, there was no trace of the ship
Only the dawn was left behind by the storm
He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him
That rose, from the sea, to the door

There was a sound at the window then
The captain started, his breath was still
Slowly, he turned

From behind the edge of the windowsill,
There appeared the delicate hand of a child
His face was flushed and timid
He stared at the captain through frightened eyes

The captain reached for something to hold on to,
Help me, he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet
The boy's face went pale,
He recognized the sound

Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow
Lost in the doorstep of the empty house

I'm trying to find my way home
I'm sorry...
...and I miss you

I miss you
I've grown taller now
I want the police to be notified
I'll make it up to you,
I swear, I'll make it up to you

I miss you
 
The last time I was in Chicago, I saw a bunch of people from this thread. Some band too.

The last time I was in Chicago, I got lost in a large crowd and could not find my posse and when I found my posse we made a death march.

Okay that wasn't really the last time I was in Chicago.
 
Last time I was in Chicago I went to the top of the Sears Tower when it was still the highest skyscraper in the world. Cool huh.
 
Yeah, I've never heard anyone actually refer to it by the new name. Waste of money for whoever Willis is.
 
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