08.28.2018
UNDER LIME
“In the violent strip of an undressing room
She loosened his grip and started
“Tell me your story if you feel so inclined”
– UNDER LIME
“Under Lime”, continues the tale of “Jimmie”, last seen “Standing In The Rain” on “National Ransom”.
On the comeback trail, twenty years later, he is about to be humiliated as the “mystery guest” on one of those 1950’s panel shows where toffs and debutantes have to guess his identity.
This seedy and desperate vaudevillian is thrown into the company of a young woman with a clipboard, a production assistant, charged with keeping him off the sauce, while staying out of his clutches.
It’s a tale as old as time and, sadly, as new as yesterday’s papers.
Under Lime
It’s a long way down from the high horse you’re on
When you stumble and then you’re thrown
And the last time we saw him he was out in the rain
Watching that train roll down the track
Now he’s back in showbiz, trying to make a comeback
We know that he’s desperate
And we know that he’s broke
He’s the mystery guest we’ll puncture
They told a young girl with a clipboard, “Just keep him amused”
“Whatever you do, don’t tell him your name”
“Whatever you think, don’t let him drink
Under Lime, Under Lime, Under Lime
He whistles out of tune
His words don’t always rhyme
But we will be right back
We’re almost out of time
Down a long corridor, he’s trying to impress
He was helping a showgirl fasten up her dress
And the clock on the wall tick-tocked the time away
And the band starts to play…
In the violent strip of an undressing room
She loosened his grip and started
“Tell me your story if you feel so inclined”
He was a mess, almost resigned
Though she could guess, I think you will find
She thought, “Oh, you know, I wouldn’t mind”
He asked her boyfriend’s name, then her whole family tree
She thought I can’t believe, it’s happening to me
And upset, said “Hey, Pet, would you kindly pass that pill”
And allow me to just dictate my dying will.
And the clock on the wall tick-tocked the time away
And the band starts to play…
Jimmie was dreaming as she uncrossed her legs
He shuttered his eyes discreetly
And he thought of a drummer
And considered a snare
But the beat of his heart
Said, “Don’t even start”
His conscience was bare
It said “Don’t even dare”
She’s completely unaware
She forced a laugh or a sigh
At every alibi
Once every crime was confessed
He buttoned up his vest
Said, “Hey gal, you’re a pal, you’ve really been a sport”
And you don’t get a record if you never get caught
And the clock on the wall tick-tocked the time away
And the band starts to play…
It’s a long way down from that high horse you’re on
It’s a long way back, ‘less you cover your track
Or you bury your crime
Under Lime, Under Lime, Under Lime, Under Lime
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