A little racy, up tempo diddy.

I posted this a year or so ago but revised it a bit.

Unsure of the genre....prob outlaw country/southern rock.

Thank you for the look.

mike

Apples and Oranges

copyright 2008 OpenMikeMusic



You're painted glass and I'm color by the numbers.

You were pickin' flowers as I gathered up the blunders

like a black hole in the universe, you're my light brigade,

‘cause I’m a good, hard liquor, baby, you’re pink lemonade.



We couldn’t be more different

if we lived in different worlds.



Apples and Oranges, baby,

sweet and sour mash.

You’re so cold and bitter,

I'm much better from a glass

of smooth Kentucky bourbon,

you go down nice fo’ shore,

'cause you’re so sweet and sticky

and I’m just rotten to the core.



I was up past midnight; you were dead asleep by 9.

You're a missionary, I like it from behind

your deadly wall of silence, inside my house of pain,

your acid left me bitter, my seed left you insane.



we couldn’t be more different

if we lived in different worlds



Apples and Oranges, baby,

sweet and sour mash.

You’re so cold and bitter,

I'm much better in a glass

of smooth Kentucky bourbon,

you go down nice fo’ shore,

‘cause you’re so sweet and sticky

and I’m just rotten to the core.





(solo/musical interlude)





On Sunday you're in church an’ I’m calling God in bed.

You’re kneeling at the alter, I’m retching at the head

of this ridiculous communion, your wafer on my tongue,

keeps me in the grove and my orchids in the sun.





Apples and Oranges, baby,

sweet and sour mash.

You’re so cold and bitter,

I'm much better in a glass

of smooth Kentucky bourbon,

you go down nice fo’ shore,

'cause you’re so sweet and sticky

and I’m just rotten to the core.

Last edited by Bluesriff; 11/19/12 04:50 AM.
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Michael W. Brown, f.k.a. "bluesriff"

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