I thought of this song in the shower. The original lyric was "Keep on running your races, I've got friends in low places"
As a play on the phrase, "to run"... "the races"... like "playing your little games"... (?)
I later realized I was not thinking of a real extant phrase.
This is why I changed it, you see.
lyrics
In old Venezia I made my trade
Selling marionettes in my ramshackle place
On that hallowed night when I lost my life
All I remember was the gleam of the knife
I vanish with no traces
I've got friends in low places
I wasn't missed or mourned, my body never found
But I made new friends here underground
I was chosen for a second chance at life
I am the watcher now I watch for all of time
Face off with the faceless
I've got friends in low places
Ohh, just another one in a long line of no ones
One of many replacements
With my friends in low places
I vanish with no traces
I've got friends in low places
Ohh, just another one in a long line of no ones
Face off with the faceless
With my friends in low places
Ross J. Farrar of Ceremony creates dubby outside punk evoking the minimalism of Young Marble Giants on his second solo record. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2024