Little Tiny Jukebox

cutesy wish-I-was-Elliott Smith jingle

The singer’s standing in the corner by the juke box

Lookin’ vaguely like a friend of mine

Like a real-life person

Drowned in his own suicide

Drinking heavy from the table

While he’s talking to a lady

Dipped in formaldehyde

He licks the microphone clean

Tuning up his strings

Always waiting for the drummer who isn’t there

To pick up the beat

I’m riding in the passenger seat

Of my own Mercury

Waiting for the lights to turn

While the cops are idling

I can’t look in the mirror

And I can’t drive tonight

I’m killin too much time to be justified

And we’ve all of us got too much to fear.

Everybody’s got their slow nostalgic song

Always waiting for the drummer

To pick up the beat

Stephan Anstey -

Is that space after "Dipped" intentional? a reading pause?
is it to offer the possible double meanign of the lady being dipped and he using dip?

I like the lick in the next stanza and the way it can be a guitar lick or a tongue lick.

Mike Tousignant -

actually, that space after dipped was where I really thought I needed an adverb, but I decided against it, but left the space in case I change my mind. which I probably won't.

Stephan Anstey -

I actually like the idea of a pause there, but I'd rather see it done as a line break

Mike Tousignant -

I like that more as one line, this is a little more lyric than most things I do.

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Mike Tousignant: on Apr. 2 2009
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