The Organ Bar - Lyrics - Daniel Amos
Daniel Amos is an American Christian rock band formed in 1974 by Terry Scott Taylor on guitars and vocals, Marty Dieckmeyer on bass guitar, Steve Baxter on guitars and Jerry Chamberlain on lead guitars. Current members include bassist Tim Chandler, guitarist Greg Flesch and drummer Ed McTaggart. Over the band's career, they have experimented with country rock, rock, new wave, and alternative rock.
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Years ago, my friend Bob worked
Pacific Ocean Park
As a knife-wielding spook-house clown
And ran a booth with a bingo-playing-chicken Shocked by jolts
from concealed electric grids
Bob has since repented, now he's the cook and
The owner at a roadside greasy spoon diner
And if you're down on your luck,
Bob will feed you without charge
And treat you to some magic tricks
He says his dearest friend he calls "The Ghost"
Worked in a luggage factory
He was fired when they claimed his work was Oblique and unsatisfactory
"He's missing," Bob says, "branded as a spy,
But I prefer to believe
He's still working on the sly and
I've heard he's playing at an organ bar
I supposed I'm in denial
I dream that patrons crowd this organ bar
Expecting my arrival"
Gloria's nineteen--was an L.A. ***
Who worked the south end of Sunset boulevard
Found in an alley in a drug-induced coma
Behind a Dunkin' Donuts
She says she left her body on the hospital table
And she hovered over it for awhile
Then she was bathed in light and a voice said
"Gloria, you've still got some work to do"
She awoke to a religious nut screaming on the t.v.
Strange words that made some sorta sense
And as she prayed, this spectre seeped through
The spaces in the hospital heating vents
And then it disappeared, but to this day
She swears it stole her heart away, and
She found him playing at the organ bar
She says she goes there for survival
Says I can reach her at the organ bar,
The number's in the Bible
I'm successfully concealed behind my pork pie hat, Fake beard, and dark sunglasses
Convinced them I've authored several
Supernatural thrillers
And doing research for my latest book
And as the sun goes down, a shadow is cast across Bob's drawn and troubled face
He rubs his eyes, and I leave,
But my shadow doesn't follow,
It's fond of Bob's hot joe
And every shadow in my suitcase is restless now
And each of them would prefer to remain
But they all have a different little slant on life
And they all answer to my name
And it would be nice if they found a home
But that won't happen 'til my cover's blown
And I've been working at the organ bar
The customers all love my style
They say I'm master of the organ bar
But me, I'm looking for revival
