Saloon Song from Monsters Talking by Pocket Vinyl

A worn out piano in a shallow gutter

A melody that swears it's your mother

A touch that makes your stomach flutter

or was that just the road?



A spiral climbs up the side of it's back

Wraps around a corner and picks up the slack

I follow my fingers up the make shift track

And pound them once they get down low



And I feel sorry for you if you're piano has never been out of tune



Oh and it's a common, common place

But that's a game I do not play

And this curved shape has furled my face

Just strap the top on and let my mind slip away



Shave the skin off all of his new habits

Heal the scars with a lipless kiss

I sold my strings for fire

I cut my wings with plyers



And I feel sorry for you in your piano has never been out of tune

• Alternative
• indie
• indie rock
• indie-rock
• piano slam rock
• piano-rock
• Norwich