"PARADISE
BAR ":
I could be wrong, but I believe this is the only pop song out there with
a cameo appearance by the Good Witch of the East.
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LEAD
VOCAL: Douglas
Imbrogno
BACKING VOCAL: Heidi
Muller
BASS: Chuck
Biel
RHYTHM GUITAR:
Douglas Imbrogno
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REFERENCES:
/ Driving through the 'Badlands,' a porn shop district near Charleston,
W.Va., there used to be a billboard from a local fundamentalist church:
'Don't let Satan steal your child,' it read. I lodged it away. Now, that was a fine line for a song.
/ The
line '...dance around the room in a blissful trance' was originally
'in my underpants.' My wife objected, not on moral grounds,
but that the image lodged too vividly in the head while the tune proceeded
on. At least one person in the Charleston
'Open Stage' coffeehouse where I'm a regular calls out for the original
line.
/ A bearded, tatooed
guy in a motorcyle jacket came up to me after a gig at which I did this
song. "I'm
that guy in your song," he said, beaming. "I ride a motorcyle.
And my demons do still follow me."
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All songs by Douglas Imbrogno (except 'Lights' by Rebecca Skeen Webb, 'Rosie's Lullaby,' by Bob Webb and 'Scarborough Fair,' traditional) Copyright 2004.
"PARADISE
BAR"
words & music by Douglas Imbrogno (copyright 2004)
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Maybe
go to Bali, maybe go to France...
Maybe I'll just dance around the room in a blissful trance.
I
hear the music of the spheres down on Fifth and Vine.
It pours into my ears, my mouth, just like sparkling wine.
The
Good Witch of the East is flying right beside my car.
We're gonna get a nightcap down at the Paradise Bar.
CHORUS:
There's a toad in the road, a note on the boat.
This wave to the grave has an antidote.
Wake up in the morning and the afternoon.
Wake up in the evening, to the rising moon...
the rising moon!
The
kids are bouncing on my bed, one day they'll be old.
What will they remember from everything they're told?
Why,
just last week I almost died, my number wasn't up...
If you're glad to be here raise high your drinking cup.
My
heart's too big to fit inside the prison of this chest.
It wants to make a jailbreak, run off and be blessed.
CHORUS:
There's a toad in the road, a note on the boat.
This wave to the grave has an antidote.
Wake up in the morning and the afternoon.
Wake up in the evening to the rising moon...
the rising moon!
INSTRUMENTAL:
Let's
form ourselves a corporation, make ourselves a dime.
I know you got some rhythm, I'm sure I got some rhymes.
Bearded
guys on motorcycles, I wonder if they're free...
Or are their demons chasing them just like you and
me?
"Don't
let Satan steal your child!" the preacher cries
to you.
But the devil's in the details in everything you do.
CHORUS:
There's a toad in the road, a note on the boat.
This wave to the grave has an antidote.
Wake up in the morning and the afternoon.
Wake up in the evening to the rising moon...
the rising moon!