Middle of the Hudson River Bay
Your Pall Mall filters cherry lipstick stained
Staten Island Ferry sunk in the bat of an eye
and you cried,
“Batten down the hatches, boy
Keep the matches dry
Batten down the hatches, boy
Keep the matches dry”
Batting your lashes like you’re Cassius Clay
Gloating, “I’m the greatest, by the way.”
Then your pupils grew wide
as we swam into the shade
of the Snoopy balloon from the Macy’s Parade
Float like a butterfly
I still feel the sting
like an Indian burn
from that dirigible string
Barren eyes flashing red
as the Flying Ace flew his flight overhead
“Hold on tight” was all you said
“Hold on tight, hold on tight” was all you said
Float like a butterfly
You gave me the slip
as you pulled that Pall Mall from your cherry lips
Well, I gave you my all;
What more could I do?
You shed it like a chrysalis;
just another Hell you’d been through
All this
All this,
and Heaven too
All this
All this,
and Heaven too
Middle of the Hudson River Bay
I watched that big balloon flying away
The wind snatched it
It vanished
in the bat of an eye
Perhaps it crash landed
in the French countryside
where from Hell up to Heaven
the doughboys still cry
“Batten down the hatches, boys!
Keep the matches dry!
Batten down the hatches, boys!
Keep the matches dry!”
credits
from Three On A Match,
released May 26, 2011
(Words & music (c) 2011 Jeff Mellin, Sweet Red Onion Publishing, BMI)
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