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The Troubadour
Mat_j
25 Jul 2004
In a little wood cut town,
that lapped at lake Miranda,
They opened up a dive bar,
with love rooms and a veranda.
Ol' Fin Blake and Robby Cuil,
Put all their cash together,
They raised enough to put it up,
Hoped it would last forever.
The troubadour it came to be,
The wildest club in town,
Where Alfred Saker lost an eye,
And Stevie Rand was shot down.
In '06 the temperence league,
Came out there to protest,
Fin drunk with a loaded gun,
Came to join in the fest.
A year later an alligator,
The prize in a game of Poker,
escaped one night in a drunken fight,
And ate the leg off Lenny Stoker.
Seven long years the pair cashed in,
With crooked cards and sleazy broads,
Even the fire of nineteen Ten,
Failed to take those creaky boards.
Then one evening in the fall,
The scrimson sky was burning,
The bugs flew in the sticky heat,
And Cuil's fortunes were a turning.
The ferry boat came in to dock,
And from it stepped a stranger,
In a long coat and leather boots,
Her burning eyes spelled danger.
She walked up West street turning heads,
But no one felt affection,
The sweltering heat held no stay,
Over this creature of evils selection.
She spied the bar of Fin and Rob,
She knew it's reputation,
No forgiveness lived there within
Just the road on to temptation.
This red haired girl with sapphire eyes,
Pulled up a stool at the bar,
And smiled as Cuil was taken in,
Beneath the smoke screen of her cigar.
Fin was so gone he couldn't see,
What was happening to his friend,
So he spent his time with the whores,
Until that long night's late end.
The air still warm enough for fun,
Robby took her out to stroll,
Down to the lakeside on a rock,
Where water splashed black as coal.
She took off her clothes and kissed him,
Then told him of a big surprise,
Close your eyes and open your mouth,
And dumb Robby beleived her lies.
From her boot she pulled a gun,
Sparkling silver under the sky,
it curiously tapped his teeth,
And he smiled before he died.
That night Fin said he was awoken,
Amongst the sleeping girls he'd paid,
And despite all his years of trouble,
For the first time felt afraid.
The red head girl, soon muscled in
Though no one knew her name,
People hassled drunken Fin,
Who's life was never the same.
Fin broke down and fled the joint,
And moved in with his Kin,
And the irony of it all
Was it was them who did him in.
The girl became known through town,
As Scarlet of Troubadours,
She took more cash and more souls,
And turned ladies into whores.
Then one night her coolness broke,
And to Frank Smith she explained,
A friend of hers was coming to town,
And on that night how it rained.
The downpour washed away the pier,
And Broke the roof of the town hall,
It sunk a freighter at the dock,
We'd never seen such a squall.
When morning came the storm had gone,
And through the North gates rode,
A man of some importance,
By his fine clothes and his load.
He got a room in Scarlets bar,
And she was overjoyed to see,
This man who'd won her heart somehow,
"A party tonight!" she decreed.
The ruffians and the dandies,
The vagabonds and curs,
All came to join in the fun,
And meet the man who'd tamed her.
All night we swayed and drunk the beer,
Whiskey, Gin, brandy, ale,
But no one could get near them,
To learn their sordid tale.
Then at five to twelve he stood,
With a rousing jig he had composed,
He called the band up to play,
And we should dance if no one opposed.
We danced so wild, we danced so long,
We laughed and jumped and skipped,
His eyes shone bright with glee,
As through the air he whipped.
Taking Scarlett by the hand,
He lead her out of the door,
Dancing out onto the street,
We whooped and cheered for more.
Then suddenly as the crowds,
Gathered to join them outside,
We heard a scream and and thud,
And found her dead and wide eyed.
The snow had started falling,
Distinguishing her red flame,
And a terrible echoing laughter,
Came from the man with no name.
Follow him called someone,
But everyone was to scared to move,
As instead of footprints in the snow,
Were the cloven shape of hooves.
(Taken from Riviera street Corner)
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