Thursday, June 18, 2009

One for the Road

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This is a very early song, probably the second or third I ever put music to. At 17 years old, it was a theme (prostitution) that I knew absolutely nothing about, so I'd never been quite happy with the tune, at least. Probably too "tuneful," in my opinion. It's only recently that I figured out how it should sound. In my imagination it's performed in the unlikely manner of a Las Vegas lounge tune. Go figure. William tells me he always thought of it as a sort of happy song by a guy who's enjoyed a one night stand. He could have told me that 27 years ago.

Actually, the above begs the question, "OK, Dave, so when did you learn something about prostitution?" Answer: never, really. But fortunately I didn't write the lyrics. William did, so you can ask him. But against my better judgement I will tell you about the only hooker (I'm aware of) that I ever personally met. It should give you some idea of what a naive geek I am. I was working in downtown Ft. Lauderdale in the mid-90s. After work I drove past the courthouse (you may have seen it... it's where the media circus over Anna Nicole Smith's funeral took place). On the corner, outside the courthouse was a hitchhiker.

Sure, she was scantily clad, but so are all women in Ft. Lauderdale in the summer. Can't hold that against her. So I gave her a lift to Pompano Beach, which was on my way home. Making small-talk, she mentioned that she'd just gotten out of jail... for hitchhiking (huh?!). Seeing my briefcase, she asked if I was a lawyer. I said, "no," and asked what she did for a living. She told me she was in public relations... but she only did that when money was tight (again, huh?!). I was clueless enough that I didn't realize until I dropped her off that "public relations" and "hitchhiking" are both euphemisms for prostitution.

No, I didn't get her number, nor did I dally. But having figured it out on the way home, I didn't tell Lisa about giving the girl a lift. She's quicker on the uptake than I am about such things and jealous enough for the both of us. I'm not a total idiot.


One for the Road
wmh - c. 1980

Overtaken, overnight
By the girl who stalks the street
I can't believe I feel this way
She knocked me off my feet
"Follow me" she whispered
And I was blindly taken in
For the nights don't lie to us lucky guys
And I'll never see her again.

She was one for the road
From the bad road
Her price was high
As her every lie
But her morals very low
She was one for the road.

Cleaning up she sweeps the street
She does it all too well
For unsuspecting lonely guys
She'll kiss and never tell
They'll swear they're deep in love
But she knows it isn't so
She brings 'em 'round just to gun 'em down
While her conscience never shows.

She was one for the road
From the bad road
Her price was high
As her every lie
But her morals very low
She was one for the road.

She hides behind those ruby lips
And a face that paints a smile
She won't give in to anyone
No sir, that's not her style
So why's her life so empty
When she crowds in all those nights
Business men with cash to spend
Whom she'll leave without a fight.

She was one for the road
From the bad road
Her price was high
As her every lie
But her morals very low
She was one for the road

One for the road...
Just get yourself another girl
'Cause this one, boy
Is one for the road.

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