Song Description
A song based on two extrodinary characters I met in New Orleans.
| Song Length |
3:43 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Blues - Modern |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Gone away on a strange vacation
Gone to visit with you
Ran into a strange sensation
She's like a twisted up too
Between the breeze and the sycamore trees
And Valet Vending number 2
Comes to pass that she's on the run
And she'd be heading from... too
Ahhh... flamenco blue
In walks a guy as big as the sky
He's got a switchblad too
Sits right down... orders a round
Gets going on about who
Between the breeze and those crazy old trees
He can still smell her perfume
Sho he's out just looking for her
Or what she's running from too
Ahhh... flamenco blue
Chorus
The darker the night
The deeper the hue
Flamenco blue
Well you know, I thought I should go
Thanks for the drink, or was it two
Had a flash and I saw in her stash
It was a pearl-handled twenty-two
Between the night and the switchblade light
I thought I'd give them some room
Out in the street with the wind in my face
I felt like I was running from too
Ahhh... flamenco blue
Chorus