Smoke-break Soliloquys

Smoke-break Soliloquys, Ray Scott I remember Tuesday nights at West Town My favourite bar on Locke St. Songwriters’ showcase My shadow was my self esteem Shuffling in with my guitar case And nobody knew my face I wrote my songs on napkins And I felt so abandoned When my turn came to play three songs Before my guitar strap was on They all left for a smoke break While my psyche banged the gong And all I heard while playin’ Was the bangin’ kitchen dishes My conscience just kept sayin’ Those cruel sons of bitches It took so much bravery To free myself from shackles To walk in with my nervousness Escort to this debacle Well I needed all my lyrics And I had to play while sittin’ But nobody was listenin’ Cus they heard it all before While my soul choked on the floor Smoke break take the stage Leave him there to hang himself Suck your sidewalk cigarettes Hope you’re all proud of yourselves Smoke break’s on the mic Singin’ songs based on his life All the trouble, all the strife Hope you all sleep well tonight I’m a a factory workin’ mothers’ son My divorced father was a musician In your happy little studio beds Hope you all lay down your soundproof heads Hope you all sleep well tonight Cus smoke break, it’s alright Smoke break is alright