DAVID MCWILLIMAS - THREE O'CLOCK FLAMINGO STREET
(D. McWilliams)
Major Minor MAM 550

Empty sound, deserted town
Beneath the silvery feathered down
Of morning's waking breath
Forgotten tunes and silver spoons
Goes to deeply shadowed gloom
And dies a silent death
Junkered peers through plastic ears
Holds his bottle heaven near
And dimly strange to rise
Unreal, can't feel
His dagger dangling band of steel
Through plastic coated eyes
Don't turn away, there ain't no need
It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street

Big band show an hour ago
I saw the laughing doorman show the stairway to the crowd
Yellow girls
Hair uncurled
Swaying in a rhythmic world
To the music playing loud
Close light, shines bright
Pierces through the yielding night
And hides the shadows deep
Feeling free should be
No time to turn the door to see
Where morning widows weep
Don't turn away, there ain't no need
It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street

Pains begun bottle done
No place where a man can run
To shield his shaking brain
Head down round and round
Hold on harder to the ground
Untouched by the rain
Flesh cold, young or old
Who cares if the truth be told
It's only him to blame
Jack and Jill, had their fill
Begin to walk the day
Until it all begins again
Don't turn around there ain't no need
It's just 3 o'clock Flamingo Street