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The Marijo Tonight |
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| 1 | I am but a writer - | |
| 2 | My assignment is posted: | |
| 3 | Cover the Marijo tonight. | |
| 4 | My thoughts could not be farther | |
| 5 | For of all the pubs in Dublin | |
| 6 | The Marijo is bound to have a fight - | |
| 7 | And I will see them pount their hands | |
| 8 | On the dark formica counter | |
| 9 | To the rythms of the band. | |
| 10 | And I will hear them curse their wives, | |
| 11 | Boast about their children | |
| 12 | While they bitch about the bosses on the line | |
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At the Marijo tonight |
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| 14 | Waitress Julie has a daughter - | |
| 15 | Fathered by a man named Denny | |
| 16 | Comes in around ten o'clock each night. | |
| 17 | She pours him Rye and water | |
| 18 | And they joke about the old times | |
| 19 | She watches for her husband to arrive | |
| 20 | Who picks her up with thorny eyes | |
| 21 | And she dutifully hands him | |
| 22 | All the tips she earned that night. | |
| 23 | She follows him out through the door | |
| 24 | First she glances abck at Denny | |
| 25 | Like she's done so many times before | |
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At the Marijo tonight |
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| 27 | John comes by for a cold drink - | |
| 28 | He's only back here for the weekend | |
| 29 | Can't miss that twinkle in his eye. | |
| 30 | Of all the sons of this old place | |
| 31 | He's the one that holds most promise | |
| 32 | Thatnk God he got out just in time. | |
| 33 | They gaze at him and see the signs | |
| 34 | Of the dreams that they's forgotten | |
| 35 | Or refused to stand behind. | |
| 36 | His victories become their pride | |
| 37 | 'Til their false conceit has faded | |
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And there's nowhere left to hide |
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| 39 | The air hangs still in a clouded haze | |
| 40 | And the atmosphere's archaic | |
| 41 | People stay the same day after day. | |
| 42 | and if it weren't for their blind faith | |
| 43 | Their stone characters would crumble | |
| 44 | Change is the hardest price to pay. | |
| 45 | On Sundays they all stand in line | |
| 46 | And recite acts of contrition | |
| 47 | And "Our Father" seven times | |
| 48 | 'Cause Friday's when they take the dive | |
| 49 | Drown their darkness in the bottle | |
| 50 | Curse their bosses and their wives | |
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At the Marijo tonight |
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| 52 | The band takes cue from the owner, Clyde | |
| 53 | They play refrains of Happy Birthday | |
| 54 | Mister Christy celebrates tonight. | |
| 55 | He's old and harsh and he's quick to lie | |
| 56 | But she's been coming since she opened | |
| 57 | He's the last on living from that time. | |
| 58 | The market crashed in twenty-nine | |
| 59 | He lost his drugstore on the corner | |
| 60 | And his wife, Virginia, died | |
| 61 | Tomorrow he'll be ninty three | |
| 62 | he buys a round-up for the women | |
| 63 |
Sends one over just for me |
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| 64 | I am but a writer - | |
| 65 | My assignment is posted: | |
| 66 | Cover the Marijo tonight. | |
| 67 |
The Marijo tonight |
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