Good Brisk Blues

Lyrics

Poor darling Mary Alone with her blues Her tongue, it was out to kill her After she had wished she were dead And her poor heart, it had bled Her tongue, it turned to silver

Give me a good brisk blues To help me get my shoes Back onto that path to glory Read all maps and signs And someday soon you will find That you, too, know the story

Oh dear, Stella's skirt And golden Nelly's shirt And the bras and panties that are on their bodies Are just like the face With the features in place And reveal a sadness that electrifies me

From the canyon near your heart The valley between your breasts Comes your lifelike, pageless pounding And though I'm sometimes mad And I might feel a little bad There's no denying that ancient sounding

Call him a waste A kick in the face Or any old thing that strikes you But once they've gone It just won't be too long Before you want them, you'll have them Back again Back again

Well, platinum pumps And silken lumps Your blood flowing beneath your bodice It's no surprise It just gives my heart a rise When you bend down to tie your shoelace

Give me a good brisk blues To help me get my shoes Back onto that path to glory Read all maps and signs And someday soon you might find That you, too, know the story

Chronology

• Corky's Debt to His Father
  • Mayo Thompson - vocals, guitar
  • Mike Sumler - lead guitar, bass
  • Joe Dugan - piano
  • Carson Graham - drums

Compilations

Year		Title	Label
1986		50,000 Glass Fans Can't Be Wrong - A Glass Records Selection	Glass