Richard Murray: Music

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Steve Reece was a helpless man
Makin’ money any way that he can
Midnight down at the Blue Note
Sugar and honey poured from his throat
Well he made a deal down on The Immigrants
Just like he always used to do
Black clouds covered the sky
Rain poured down the avenue

Burning silver burning gold

Well the ribbons flash and the thunder crashes
Outside the 7 back to the Valley of Ashes
Where his dreams got lost in a flood
And a devil got way down in his blood
Now somewhere out across the river
A bill’s got no band
And somewhere out in South Corona
The queen has lost a man

Burning silver
The needle and the spoon
Burning gold
Indian summer afternoon
Burning silver
Across the palm of the jugglers hand
Burning gold
Promise lost in the promised land

The sun rises from the pits of Hell
Over a cloud of smoke where the mighty twins fell
Steve Reece in a room sitting on his bed
With a beam of light through the window
Like a corkscrew to his head
Somewhere a mother waits for a call
Brothers and sisters know nothing at all
Toys in the attic car in the drive
Names scratched on the trees outside