Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Inspiring lyrics to a songwriter

A Good Year For The Roses
Jerry Chesnut

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lyin' cold the way you left them
But at least your lips caressed them
while you packed

Or the lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee
That you poured and didn't drink
But at least you thought you wanted it
That's so much more than I can say for me.

It really doesn't matter what the song does from here, does it? My goodness. First heard by me as a Costello song.

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