Song Description

Atmosphere in a a not too posh bar or restaurant

Lyrics

mercury is rising even though it has no colour
the man they call big Larry is leaning on a broom
it's my belief to bear in mind to see life as a blessing
with a little navigation then i'll be back soon

the bargirls fill the glasses the beers are overflowing
the band is getting tuned up to the rhythms of the moon
the smokefilled barroom fills up with the momentary people
music drifts the tables and the sax begins to croon

all the joes that gather at that funny little blues bar
are talking over music but it ain´t no big deal
someone mentions Miles so they play a twelve bar melody
played just for the love of it they play it all for real

look at those abandoned shipwreks sitting at the bars
naked as a swollen face looking at the cars
refugees from heartache with one foot on the ground
they start to read the daily news a second time around

the barmaid by the cashtill with her poem and white apron
with eyes that tell you everything and looks to kill
so settled in her evening work until she blows a fuse
she talks the ins and outs about the whole day news

all those greeneyed sisters let their sweaters do the talking
someone cut their airbrakes throwing caution to the wind
that guitarplayer's smoking, improving by the hour
the small waist on the barmaid, it's a mortal sin

she can´t be more than seventeen and wears a little number
in endless conversation on her mobile phone
she tells her friends this and that, her eyes are full of wonder
the jazzman plays his melody but the tunes are just on loan

the half forgotten chinese boy who sings another number
is sitting on a barstool and smokes a kangaroo
wondering about the sisters who are laughing at the table
he notices that one came in wearing just one shoe


[mercury is rising]