Story Behind The Song
True phrases of a Homeless Man on the streets of Hollywood, overheard often by Spud.
Song Description
When contemplating the meaning of life, why not ask... the man on the street?
| Song Length |
3:57 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Sociable, Restless |
Subject |
Life, Laugh, Smile |
| Similar Artists |
Cake, Tom Waits |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Hot Black Cast Iron Stove
© Spud Davenport
Walkin' home from work one day at Hollywood 'n' Vine
I came upon this Homeless guy
he was lookin' like Frankenstein
He had hand-me-down-down clothes 'n'
duct-taped cardboard shoes
I was desperate for answers
I thought maybe he had some clues
'bout what's this thing called life
that I can't figure out? Tell me, Tell me Frankenstein
What's it all about?
'n' he said
"Hot Black Cast Iron Stove"
Well, I didn't know what to think
He's crazy as crazy gets
I was lookin' out for White Coats
swingin' their Butterfly Nets
But Frankie seemed content
He had a big smile on his face
On this busy L.A. sidewalk it was me
who felt outta place
So, could it be that simple? Is it all a state of mind?
Come on, Frankie, Frankie now
Tell me one more time...
'n' he said
"Hot Black Cast Iron Stove"
"San Juan Capistrano / San Juan
San Juan Capistrano"
'Next day I was on my way
Back to my dead-end job
Deep in debt, hatin' life, 'n' feelin' like a slob
But there he was, my new friend,
in his duct-taped cardboard shoes
Smilin', laughin' to himself
Like he's never heard bad news
Well, could it be that simple?
Is it all a state of mind?
Come on, Frankie, Frankie now
Tell me one more time!