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Bourbon and Division Lyrics
On the corner of Bourbon and Division
Crawling down the crooked streets at dawn
She said don't come back all is not forgiven
So you fall inside a bottle and a song
Splinters of thought dropping slowly
Snapping like branches in the wind
So you light a dog-end smoke
And you're laughing as you choke
And you give the wheel of fortune one more spin
Do you remember what you came here for?
Her words of wisdom scratched into the door
You can almost taste the emptiness
Hung inside her tallow dress
Can the darkness be as empty as it seems
When the factories at night hum with their dreams
And you watch a skinny dog
Cut across that dusty lot
Like the surface of the moon
In the decompression chamber
We're cooling in the conversation pit
You're sleeping underneath yesterday's papers
And pretending the tsunami hasn't hit
Friday was the crucifixion
Saturday cremation under glass
The Resurrection was on Sunday
No, correction, make it Monday
'Cause Monday's when they come to take the trash
Do you remember what you came here for?
Her words of wisdom cut into the door
You can almost taste the emptiness
Hung inside her tallow dress
Can the darkness be as empty as it seems
When the factories at night hum with their dreams
And you watch a skinny dog
Cut across that dusty lot
Like the surface of the moon
Crawling down the crooked streets at dawn
She said don't come back all is not forgiven
So you fall inside a bottle and a song
Splinters of thought dropping slowly
Snapping like branches in the wind
So you light a dog-end smoke
And you're laughing as you choke
And you give the wheel of fortune one more spin
Her words of wisdom scratched into the door
You can almost taste the emptiness
Hung inside her tallow dress
Can the darkness be as empty as it seems
When the factories at night hum with their dreams
And you watch a skinny dog
Cut across that dusty lot
Like the surface of the moon
We're cooling in the conversation pit
You're sleeping underneath yesterday's papers
And pretending the tsunami hasn't hit
Friday was the crucifixion
Saturday cremation under glass
The Resurrection was on Sunday
No, correction, make it Monday
'Cause Monday's when they come to take the trash
Her words of wisdom cut into the door
You can almost taste the emptiness
Hung inside her tallow dress
Can the darkness be as empty as it seems
When the factories at night hum with their dreams
And you watch a skinny dog
Cut across that dusty lot
Like the surface of the moon
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I soke with Tod about this song once. He said it was written after a particularly nasty break up where the girl exited his life by literally writing her good bye note in his front door, with a knife. The lyrics above are wrong - in the chorus, her words of wisdom were "scratched into the door" and "cut into the door", not "cutting to the door."
Actually, looking them over... quite a few of the lines above are wrong...
-Jeff
For some reason this song reminds me of the Holocaust, or some equally desperate situation, like war, where Death is all around and bodies are treated like garbage. Contrawise, it could be a situation like homelessness.
also, on the 7th line, it should be "So you light a dog-end smoke" -- meaning the tail end of a cigarette, smoking out of desperation