Dancing Devil Blues

I've met a dark dancing devil

He's driving me to fly away

I've met a dark dancing devil

He's driving me to fly away

Oh man, his righteous body's so divine and slim

it's truly driving me insane

He smiled at me in Santa Cruz

While singing of ghosts and blues

He smiled at me in Santa Cruz

While singing of ghosts and blues

Then he told me my dancing wasn't so fancy and he kindly shook me loose

I left gifts for the band that lit a fire, to say the least

I left gifts for the band that lit a fire, to say the least

The kind of sinful presents that can make a man shake between the knees

Why did I do it, what came over me?

Why did I give him tea and honey

and gifts to create an orgie?

What the heck was I thinking, God?

I was raised a Catholic, honestly!

So I followed him to Oakland

thought I'd check him out again

So I followed him to Oakland

thought I'd check him out once again

But his photographer told me he'd packed up his gear and he didn't have extra time to spend

I asked the smoking Crooke from London

Where can I find my singing man?

I asked the smoking Crooke from London

Where can I find my singing man?

He nodded in understanding

"He's gone to rest in the black van"

Help me, Lord, I've fallen and I just can not get up

Help me, Lord, I've fallen and I just can not get up

This man haunts my insides from the very moment I wake up

So I went back to work

tried to make an honest wage

Yes, I went back to the office

Eyed by everybody's gaze

The boss let me go quickly

and my loss turned to joyous road rage

Oh, Las Vegas in the Springtime

I'm chasing down my singing man

I'm in the desert with the heat around me

It's the best feeling I've ever had

Because that smile, it's haunting me nightly

And I need to ride beside this band

Tell me dear Lord, 

What do I do now?

He's got me hot and bothered

And dreaming I'm a naked rag doll

I'm in a Vegas hotel, taking crude selfies

Hoping they will reach my man

and end this dreadful tease

Oh, the heat has gotten to me

Will he ever be my friend?

What will my family say

If I can't convince them I'm still decent

So, I came back home and left my family

Finally left the one abusing me

I went to the attorney and pleaded

Please, please, please set me free

Cuz I saw my man in Vegas and he's gonna be the death of me

She gave me 3 nights every other week, to spend with my kids

She commented on my ex's money

How he had so much of it

But she told me he doesn't owe me much at all

Cuz I'm not married, homeless and unemployed

and I need a job and house to fix this fall

I wrote letters to my singer

Please help me, beautiful friend

I sent him videos and songs

Just hoping to inspire him

He sent me on prank job sites

Laughing at me as I fell

He told me to go fishing

And I just about screamed 

"Bloody F*cking Hell"

What on earth has happened

to my gorgeous singing Prince?

I trusted that he loved me

but he kept his own distance

Oh Lord, save me the walk of shame

As I start from the very bottom

and try to rise up again.

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016