Ed Dang - Pistols And Lace (Original)
Channel: Ed Dang
Date: 2011-08-09

Hey Folks! This is a song I wrote while I was in the process of reading the Dark Tower series by Stephen King. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't influenced by it. Nabbed the title from a conversation with my girlfriend. It's about the end of the world and eating breakfast. Hope you enjoy it!

PS: If you haven't read the aforementioned series of books, do it.

Lyrics:

Belching angry diesel past that jagged lifeless treeline,
Water seeking water where the logic gutters out,
Troubled skies ahead, they mutter softly of the endtimes,
So break some bread with me my friend,
We'll bite it back a bit.

See the man there by the window, has a collar and a mission,
Playing drugstore Hallelujah through a busted neon sign,
To a lady with some piercings and a pinwheel's disposition,
I hear 'Hey Jude' on the radio, 
And this coffee's too damn cold.

So tell me, where were you when the world was moving on?
When the compasses forgot and London Bridge came a-tumbling down?
When the walls started to melt, and the look there on your face,
As those little men start groping for their pistols and white lace.

Swinging kitchen doors, an old man, dark eyes wrinkled suitcoat,
There's stubble on his cheeks, he shuffles eggs across his plate,
Failing gravity, he tosses thoughts to see what floats there,
His breakfast tastes like leather as his mind circles the drain.

Like that time when you came home, and your world was moving on,
The grass was turning brown and your little girl was gone,
Now the whiskey's running low, and the look there on your face,
'Cuz your youngest has some questions about pistols and white lace.

-Bridge-

Matron mother in the midway slinging dark-roast anesthesia,
A maudlin smile for all the patrons through a faded pastel dress,
Sneaking troubled peeks at her worlds deepening amnesia,
Seeking some salvation in the shallow tipjar glass.

So tell me, where were you when the world was moving on?
When the compasses forgot and London Bridge came a-tumbling down?
Well, the hull has sprung a leak, I wish you could see your face,
'Cuz those rats are killing time with their pistols and white lace.