The Organ Bar
[Verse 1]
Years ago, my friend Bob worked Pacific Ocean Park
As a knife-wielding spook-house clown
And ran a booth with a bingo-playing chicken shocked by jolts
From concealed electric grids
Hehas since repented, he's the cook and the owner
At a roadside greasy spoon diner
And if you're down on your luck, Bob will feed you without charge
And treat you to some magic tricks
[Pre-Chorus 1]
He says his dearest friend he calls "The Ghost" worked in a luggage factory
He was fired when they claimed his work was oblique and unsatisfactory
"He's missing," Bob says, "branded as a spy
But I prefer to believe he's still working on the sly
[Chorus 1]
And I've heard he's playing at an organ bar
I suppose I'm in denial
I dream that patrons crowd this organ bar
Expecting my arrival"
[Verse 2]
Gloria's nineteen, was an L.A. whore
Who worked the south end of Sunset Boulevard
Found in an alley in a drug-induced coma
Behind a Dunkin' Donuts
She says she left her body on the hospital table
And she hovered over it for awhile
Then she was bathed in light, and a voice said
"Gloria, you've still got some work to do"
[Pre-Chorus 2]
She awoke to a religious nut screaming on the TV strange words that made some sorta sense
And as she prayed, this specter seeped through the spaces in the hospital heating vents
And then it disappeared, but to this day
She swears it stole her heart away
[Chorus 2]
And she found him playing at the organ bar
She says she goes there for survival
Says I can reach her at the organ bar
The number's in the Bible
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
I'm successfully concealed behind my pork pie hat
Fake beard, and dark sunglasses
Convinced them I've authored several supernatural thrillers
Doing research for my latest book
And as the sun goes down, a shadow is cast
Across Bob's drawn and troubled face
He rubs his eyes, and I leave, but my shadow doesn't follow
It's fond of Bob's hot joe
[Pre-Chorus 3]
And every shadow in my suitcase is restless now
And each of them would prefer to remain
But they all have a different little slant on life
And they all answer to my name
And it would be nice if they found a home
But that won't happen 'til my cover's blown
[Chorus 3]
And I've been working at the organ bar
The customers all love my style
They say I'm master of the organ bar
But me, I'm looking for revival