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Flexible Lad
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The story of an alcoholic in denial.
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Acoustic rock and folk rock with country, blues, and American Songbook influences.
Formerly "Dr. C and the Stratocats," I'm now on a solo career as "Dr. C," but I had to change my stage name here because someone else had already claimed it. My music strives for melody above all else; I strive to make my songs memorable, so you can whistle a tune immediately. I see melody as the element most lacking in contemporaryr music. I love Sinatra and the Beatles, Gordon Lightfoot, Paul Simon, anyone who can write a memorable "tune."
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #179
Peak in subgenre #33
Author
C. E. Chaffin
Rights
2010
Uploaded
February 01, 2009
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:06
Story behind the song
Wrote this for a friend in A.A.
Lyrics
JOE'S SONG (FLEXIBLE LAD) He rode high on his pride, He went far on his bluff-­ He was tough. He told lies as if they were true And his eyes were steel blue, I swear to you. But he was broken like a piece of pottery, He was thrown into a losing lottery, He was tossed like a ship on a raging sea, On a raging sea: flexible lad. He had friends, he knew how to dress ­He was full of brilliant thoughts That he couldn't express-- no big deal. He could drink more than average men, And though his drinking cost him An occasional friend, things would mend. But he couldn't pay the rent on Saturday, And he couldn't keep a job, he had too much to say, And he couldn't keep his women, they just ran away, They ran away from flexible lad. When the heat just got too bad He would simply move on to some other pad-- Flexible lad. He awoke one day on the street ,With newspapers tied with strings 'round his feet, He was beat. But he knew it wasn't drink that had got him there Though the bloodshot veins had cracked his crystal stare, He was just-down on his luck 'cause people didn't care, They just didn't care, about poor flexible lad.
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