Old lady with her her piled high
Breathing in the smoke she's surrounded by.
Fixing her questioner with her eye -
No intention yet to just lie down and die.
What's the point in having views
Without an audience who's
Gonna hang on every word -
Both the wise and absurd.
Old lady says she doesn't listen to her songs.
Well except sometimes when her neighbours put her CDs on.
She'll give credit where credit's due
But she racks her brains for names to give it to.
Bob and Leonard - they wrote a bit
But for 40 years now they've just turned out the same old shit.
And she pauses while another cigarette is lit...
Debussy.... Duke Ellington... and that's it.
Old lady still has that toothy grin
And it still depends on the mood she's in.
There's no way now that she's ever gonna sing
Or run her fingers up and down those strings.
In LA she sits
Surrounded by self portraits.
Looking for a shoe that fits
Before the world forgets.
Old Lady with her head held high
Fading into the smoke she's surrounded by
copyright: Greg Hancock 2014
from Comfortable Hatred,
released July 1, 2015
Greg Hancock - Guitar and vocal
Lukas Drinkwater - Double Bass
Jo Hooper - Cello