SPAGHETTI WESTERN

Lyrics written and owned by Chantele Delaine

He returned again to town

He wasn't new to those around

Though search as he might

Could not find a welcome sound

 

It was rumoured that on his breath

Was the smell of booze and cigarettes

A sign of his time

Spent lonely on the ground

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He knew that when they looked at him

That they were judgin' and gossipin'

But rather than confrontin'

He just kept to himself

 

In his mind he was the el mariachi

To others he was just the local crazy

But things get hazy

Without communicating

 

When you encounter the lonely

Do you feel connection

Or only pity

I often ask myself that why, despite all the fortune in this city,

There are still people like he

hee hee hee

 

As I said before

He was alone and un-adored

A fact that got a target

Painted onto his back

 

He was bullied into a corner

With none to help him establish order

And with no where to run

He had to defend himself

Like Kenny Rogers spoke about

The sound of a pindrop can seem loud

One can only imagine what happened

Behind those doors

 

He emerged all bloody and blue

Not exactly victorious

But between me and you

There's still time for him to win the war

He had change and access to a booth

But no one to phone or a home to go to

I often ask myself that why, despite all the fortune in this city

There are still people like he

hee hee hee

 

When the law finally showed up

They ignored his story and slapped on his wrists  cuffs

And threw him into

An institution

 

He had doctors to talk to

Who obsessed over what pills were best to prescribe to him

And if less or more

Would get him quicker out the door

When his 30 days were done

They tossed him out  onto the pavement

Perpetuating the label

That he was unstable

 

Banderas had his amoury

But this guy had serious  cases of self belief

If only he learned

How to use them

 

Makes me so sad that it's hard to listen

To these examples of our broken system

I often ask myself that why, despite all the fortune in this city

There are still people like he

 

After a while he grew out of that lifestyle

By then emulatin' the sobriety of women and men like Eminem

And though abandoned by his family

He is now in better company

hee hee hee

Just like when he arrived

He derived that is was time

To ride the tide

Into something new

He did not even ponder 

If they would take note 

That he had wondered

From their town out of the blue

And off  into the sunset he goes

Where he stops next nobody knows

I often ask myself that why, despite all the fortune in this city

There are still people like he

© 2019 Chantele Delaine