Everything's Relative
© 2002 Fajita Musik

Americana meets noir in a song loosely inspired by the band Buck 32.

The bar was clearly empty when he sat down to drink
seeking some libation into which he could deeply sink
candle on a table lights his cigarette
orders up a tall one, quickly breaks into a sweat

he's waiting patiently, he's waiting patiently
he hopes that no-one sees his face

wind chimes break the silence, someone's opened up the door
but he don't look, he drops his eyes and contemplates the floor
the new man says "bartender, I'll have some demon rum
that woman, she done left me, now I'm talkin' to my gun"

he's waiting patiently, he's waiting patiently
he hopes that everyone sees his face

two sides to every story
three sides to a love triangle
four sides to the box that you're trapped in
everything's relative, depends on the angle

wind chimes ring again and soon a blonde walks into view
and simultaneously the men both say "babe is that you?"
it didn't take much longer for the air to fill with dread
three bodies and a bartender whose clientele is dead

he's waiting patiently, he's waiting patiently
he hopes that no-body sees his face

two sides to every story
three sides to a love triangle
four sides to the box that you're trapped in
everything's relative, depends on the angle

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