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A Rock for the Forgotten Lyrics
At the firefly
We all tell lies
And the cleanup kid
Hangs his head
He's the quiet type
Came to la to write
But he never made it out of the fringes
Keeps a low profile you kick him
He'll smile
Thinks blood is his payment for losing
While me I'm hiding here
Pretending that my mind is clear
A rock for the forgotten
But when I pour they smile
And say to me that I'm
A rock for the forgotten
A bottle got broke
In a fight over dope
And the mean old man
Washed his hands
All the troubles he's seen
Seems like a dream
While he washes away his sorrow
But either way I can tell that he prays
There will never be another tomorrow
While me I never change
I try to keep things just the same
A rock for the forgotten
And when I pour they smile
Say to me that I'm
A rock for the forgotten
Maybe they'll come alive
See the soapbox man
Is at it again
And the girls pass by avoiding his eye
He's the best there is
In the hellfire biz
A black belt in the art of babble
Came from Vera Cruz
When a bottle of booze
Told him he had to rouse the rabble
While me I'm hiding here
Pretending that my mind is clear
A rock for the forgotten
But when I pour they smile
And say to me that I'm a rock for
The forgotten
Maybe they'll come alive
We all tell lies
And the cleanup kid
Hangs his head
He's the quiet type
Came to la to write
But he never made it out of the fringes
Keeps a low profile you kick him
He'll smile
Thinks blood is his payment for losing
While me I'm hiding here
Pretending that my mind is clear
A rock for the forgotten
But when I pour they smile
And say to me that I'm
A rock for the forgotten
A bottle got broke
In a fight over dope
And the mean old man
Washed his hands
All the troubles he's seen
Seems like a dream
While he washes away his sorrow
But either way I can tell that he prays
There will never be another tomorrow
While me I never change
I try to keep things just the same
A rock for the forgotten
And when I pour they smile
Say to me that I'm
A rock for the forgotten
Maybe they'll come alive
See the soapbox man
Is at it again
And the girls pass by avoiding his eye
He's the best there is
In the hellfire biz
A black belt in the art of babble
Came from Vera Cruz
When a bottle of booze
Told him he had to rouse the rabble
While me I'm hiding here
Pretending that my mind is clear
A rock for the forgotten
But when I pour they smile
And say to me that I'm a rock for
The forgotten
Maybe they'll come alive
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I think David was a bartender in LA. Or it might have been David who worked in the service industry as bartender. Either way they do a wonderful job painting the picture of an everyday bar in LA.
The description of the patrons are clever and offer an insight of how others may see us. Now I always wonder what a bartender secretly thinks of me, Am I the rabble rousers girls avoid or the mean old man who washes his hands of it all.
Personally I relate most with the clean up kid. “He keeps a low profile, Kick em he’ll smile thinks blood is his payment for losing” love this line.
I have finally come to the conclusion that there is a little of each patron in all of us,. Including the bartender who is the constant quiet observer who’s mere presence serves as a “Rock for the Forgotten”
Happy listening