Feather Boa

A lot of times, I wind up liking a song and not really understand why I like the song.  Maybe a good groove or a good lyric.  Something.

Tonight we got some good news about a family member who might have had something that ryhmes with "lancer". The good news, obviously, being that he doesn't have it.  But it was a whole week of worry and an operation and more worry and yeah...worry.  But we got through it.

And we decided we needed to party.  So we headed out East to my sister's house and partied just like Bubba does...we did the old man proud.

At the end of the evening, Gia, myself and my brother-in-law sat with some Irish Whiskey and some tunes and we contemplated the wonderful meaning of life and all it has to offer.

And we listened to this tune from Marah.  One that I have always loved, but never really understood.  It's about a guy on a corner in Philly dealing with his own gender issues.  And Gia was the only one at the table who really knew the lyrics, so she told us all about it. It blew our minds away.

Fuck anyone who can't deal with someone because they are different.

That has nothing to do with feeling good about the non-lancer issue, but we got drunk and that's what we all felt about this song.  So, ahem, enjoy.

Feather Boa

Marah

Standin' on the corner

Alone with the wind

Cocaine in his system

And it's colder then it's ever been.

You know sometimes all the cruelty

In the world just descends

Down upon the man in high heels

For no reason

Scratch card rub off silver

Is the jewel beneath his nails

His skin is bar room shark fin

His lashes are sardine tails

He knows some night, somehow, somewhere,

Somebody gonna wish to end

The life of Feather Boa for no reason.

*CHORUS*

Born to be a witness

Born to doubt the cross

Born to suck a man off

And sleep upon his loss

Cry stoically through shit storms

As his veins collapse and die.

This dick between my legs just makes me cry.

Promenade in snow flakes

Feather Boa and the wind

It's four AM on Sunday

And it's harder then it's ever been.

You know sometimes,

Just a whisper,

From the god of hope descends

And doubles back to these types

For a reason.

Born to be a witness

Born to doubt the cross

Born to suck a man off

And sleep upon his loss

Cry stoically through shit storms

As his veins collapse and die.

That dick between your legs just makes me cry