This one was always going to be the hardest challenge for a variety of reasons, not least because I can’t use ‘their’ song lest I blow my cover.
The song that goes round and round and round in my head on a loop as it did all those years ago in that over warm nursing home bedroom, waiting for the worst to happen. That in itself is a story begging to be told, but right now, I just wish it would just fuck off and get the hell out of my ear hole.
Time to choose a less revealing alternative.
And more to the point, who do I dedicate this to?
Mother? Maybe Foreigner’s ‘Cold as Ice‘ would fit the bill?
Father? Chas & Dave’s ‘Sideboard Song (I’ve got my beer)‘? Not that he ever stayed in to drink. That might have been a nice compromise as at least we’d have got to see him more…
Nah. This is no time to be flippant.
Or is it?
Ha! Inspiration has finally rewarded me with a doozie!
Not that either of my parents ever heard of him, but I think Tom Waits’ ‘Warm Beer, Cold Women’ fits the bill nicely.
The first line goes:
‘Warm beer, cold woman, I just don’t fit in’
Sounds like the perfect epitaph for my long lost childhood methinks.
Plus I love Tom Waits, and my dad always loved honky tonk, jazzy stuff, so he has lucked out here.
My mum and I never really shared the same taste in anything much, let alone music, so she’s just gonna have to put up and shut up in this instance.
Day 3 completed, box ticked, crisis averted, job done.
RIP bitches. x