Ladies from Houston - A. Savage

When the night sun stops tryin'

If it dims without fightin'

In a chorus of midnight

Dark flowers from the shadows

Like the ladies from Houston

Walk into my house

Drink coffee and talk softly

Drink wine and speak loud

Back at me

Got a full ring of keys again

Now that I’ve

Got a full ring of keys again

Thirty years paid in disdain

As I rented the room

That my ghost became

Yeah she raised me like I was her own flesh and blood

And she came when I cried and I wasn’t embarrassed

Well I knew enough Spanish to interpret eschew

As an on confrontation when it’s quickly removed and lifted

Got a full ring of keys again

I have got a full ring of keys again

Time is a feral cat’s prowl

Blind and lost to the faith

Without fear or doubt

Sig stepped in the quicksand

And it’s not like you think

Sig waited with commitment

But he didn’t start sinking

Said, «I'd fallen in line, and a few times in love

And I’ve raised my voice at folks, I thought I was above

Like a fool.»

Got a full ring of keys again

Now that I’ve

Got a full ring of keys again

Scratching glyphs into the glass

Of the men’s room mirror

To reflect my wrath

Uncle Marty was troubled

At least that’s what I heard

And now he’s dead or in prison

He’s gone but not missin'

But I remember the birthmark

The speedy tattoo

And the words that he chose

And the way his lips moved to make them

Got a full ring of keys again

I’ve got a full ring of keys again

Nothing lies further from truth

Than the words from the one

Who says solace soon

What’s the purpose if there is one?

For this televised demon?

But a sadness I feel

When he pollutes the screen

Pour the beer in the fridge

Which has halfway been tasted

That I put to my lips so it doesn’t get wasted or drank

Got a full ring of keys again

I’ve got a full ring of keys again