She Held Up Her Sandwiches

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by: Gregg M. Pasterick
uploaded: 02/07/2015
notes:
 She's servin' peanut butter and snake venom sandwiches,
and then she starts speakin' French.
This is no paradigm-shifting evening of science.
This evening has a malevolent stench.

Here we are, in the Joshua Tree Saloon.
There's a girl I know. Her name is Spoon.
She's been sittin' at the bar since early June.
Everyone's safe in the Joshua Tree Saloon.

She thinks she's tricksy with her doe-eyed gaze.
Everything she says is a toxic cloud.
She thinks she's cute with her "tee-hee-hee."
She speaks quietly, but what she does is loud.

Here we are, in the Joshua Tree Saloon.
There's a girl I know. Her name is Spoon.
She's been sittin' at the bar since early June.
Everyone's safe in the Joshua Tree Saloon.

The BLT is TMF,
but the beef dip is just enough.
Bondie's playin' on the jukebox,
and the tattooed waitress looks kind of rough.

I caught her sleeping on my couch one August night,
with ear-plugs and binders and a smile on her face,
and then came the peanut butter and the venom.
She held up her sandwiches and offered me a taste.

Here we are, in the Joshua Tree Saloon.
There's a girl I know. Her name is Spoon.
She's been sittin' at the bar since early June.
Everyone's safe in the Joshua Tree Saloon.

Sometimes it all seems like a dream.
Eventually the nightmare kicks in.
I may be awake; I may be asleep,
but she's always there, this minion of sin.  
Tagses: acoustic, singer-songwriter, gregg-m-pasterick, demo, dimly-lit, (we can link these up later)

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She Held Up Her Sandwiches
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