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Give The Drunk A Pistol

from 100 Broken Words - Album by Carl Lorusso Jr.

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Give the drunk a pistol, leave the car downtown
Ol' stumblin' mister, spirit heavy on the ground
Sir blackened lung, roper toe tapper, two packs on the day
Train jacket still neat & dapper though the pocket square is frayed
Coffee stain on his stetson, another shot on the way
Give the drunk a pistol, breakfast can wait

Ol' Freddy boy is for real, you'll excuse his departure
He's perched up on his barstool like a graveyard sculpture
High on the alley smoke & the dust from his crystal ball
Never been a son to anyone he just cripples up & down the hall
Of the old hotel, he's a shape-shiftin', wallet-liftin' saint
& when the cops come a-trailing, the desk clerk tells 'em where he ain't

Shouting vows at every passing girl, greetings aren't his strength
Thinks himself the machine, but he's just twistin' the crank
Says "you believe in sipping whiskey, boy, yeah & the devils just a friend
I'll slow down on my drowning when I see our savior rise again"
His hands scanning the panels of this boring hotel hut
57,000 channels & the cable's been cut

Freddy says "you don't know the night 'till you've carved her initials in the sand
& you don't know life 'till you've held it dying in your hands
& you don't know dirt until it's buried your every breath
& you don't know work until it's done in your head"
Freddy I've seen a little but I don't claim to know a thing
So thank you for your wisdom, let me buy you a drink

To find peace amongst these burdens, I lay hope for your glory
Freddy my shaking hands can only scratch out the story
Of life in the wintertime, defiant of season
And love old & splintered by drunken unreason
Between you & me, man, I'm feelin' pretty hot
So give the drunk a pistol, won't you load me a shot

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from 100 Broken Words - Album, track released March 25, 2017
Carl Lorusso Jr. (guitar/vocals)
Noah Zacharin (guitar)

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Carl Lorusso Jr. Toronto, Ontario

2017 Toronto Independent Music Award nominee for "Best Folk/Roots".

"Carl is a powerhouse wordsmith whose songs represent the dystopian view of a youthful generation.”
-Harrison Fine, producer, FINE Productions

“Shades of Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen rolled into his own unique style. Very well written & sung.”
– Randy Skaggs, Q108 Kingston ... more

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