Episode 15- Circe - Justin Bailey

After a bottle or two I pull out my wallet
Pull the lips back a bullet in and cock it
The air smells of nectarines
Gasoline a faraway missed I sea
Gold flows free when I open my mouth to speak
You're like a statue of a gypsy in a British square
The thunder rattles my teeth
Shakes orange leaves from your hair
Actors gesture to a crowd of excavated bones
Pause in turn roll dice of polished stones
And then a shell explodes in flame
It's all happening again
And then you take the money like a child
It's all written out
You put it in a patterned purse
You never had a chance anyway
Up the stairs in the back of the abandoned bar
Down the hall to the room the publicist and Tsar
A field of flagellants kneels before a rusted truck
You hand me an apple and I bless my good luck
But the juice tastes raspberries and gin
I ask your name and you say
Well some call me Sin
But I've got nipples like Georgia
And a voice like France
If you pick some Flamenco
I'll teach you to dance
I said you teach me to dance
And I'll teach you to lie
And then you take the money like a child
It's all written out
You put it in a patterned purse
You never had a chance anyway
Your hand is small in mine
A child's smile it shines
I write your life I write your life in lines
Our golden arms our golden arms entwine
And you shine you shine
You shine you shine
You shine you shine
You shine
Episode 15- Circe - Justin Bailey