Words are not great at describing things in the dark
Words fail to create the necessary hue and contrast
That transforms the imagination into black and white
Reducing its essential mood into the night's shades.
A broad, a few nickels, no, can't buy it.
I've lost my neck for you many times and what for?
Shacked up like a bum in a two bit rented hole,
Hanging out for the crumbs pigs like you throw out,
You brought me here on a promise, now deliver!
Cut to outside, the building, only one window lit.
Pause, then a gunshot sound, then another,
Pause, then the light goes out.
We are not absolutely certain how they relate.
Bourbon, thanks.
Got matches, thanks
I heard a gunshot coming from the left
But you say you heard it from the middle
Maybe someone should investigate...
Cut to outside showing the bar room entrance
There is heard a squeal of evil laughter
Then there are three gunshots in succession
Someone runs out, then sounds a crooner:
"Strangers in the night, exchanging glances
We would fall in love before the night was through - fade"
It was to be called 'Kiss me deadly'
But someone else got there first.
So it will be called 'Don't worry if you're busy'.
It is about people who inhabit the edges of thought
Where the only livelihood is doing harm to others.
Double crossing is the main game for the hard headed,
Breaking deals wearing makeup, a smart hat and a silk suit.
