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The Torch Singer at the Red Room
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The Torch Singer at the Red Room |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
In most ways the Red Room was a dive. From the first step down the dirty concrete step to the creak of the old rusty metal door with a bit of the red paint on the frame. The sign above the door was a poorly hand painted job right on the brick, but the small window to the left was a new neon “Cold Beer”. The smoke poured out the doorway as it assaulted your senses with the stench of smoke and beer. The only thing pleasant about it was the music over the jumble of conversations. Walking in it took a moment for the eyes to adjust to the sting of smoke and the dim of light. Most of the light came from the stage, if you could call it that, which was just a one step raised platform large enough for the singer on a stool and the upright piano. The singer was a middle aged woman in a dress that didn’t fit well, sagged showing a overly amount of cleavage and a little of her bra and hung about her as if wrapped not worn. One of her legs was on the upper rung of the stool and almost completely exposed through the slit of the red sparked dress. Till she began to sing, that leg was the best thing in the room. Her dress was a brighter shade than the peeling red paint on the wall, but it too was missing a sequin or two from age. She looked up with eyes that were focused a million miles away and sang in a full voice. I waited by the phone, Till the night became the dawn, With a bottle alone Till its chill became undone. The cork kept the wine in But sun made tears begin. Can't keep the tears from flowing It's just my broken heart showing Loving you is what I want to do. The loneliness is here, Deeper with the coming day Solitude is too near When he can't come by and stay, He makes things all right When he stays the night. Can't keep the tears from flowing It's just my broken heart showing Loving you is what I want to do. This sadness that is mine Is just fleeting emotion, Comes from in my mind Of love's misplaced devotion But I'll pass the day Hoping you will stay. Can't keep the tears from flowing It's just my broken heart showing Loving you is what I want to do. He is at my door Tonight he will be my man I'm happy once more, He holds my heart in his hand Gently through the night Leaving at first light. Can't keep the tears from flowing It's just my broken heart showing Loving you is what I want to do. I watch him leaving Knowing he'll be gone a while, But I'm not grieving In my heart he put a smile, It might last the day Till sunlight fades 'way Can't keep the tears from flowing It's just my broken heart showing Loving you is what I want to do. Gloom This torch song was written for some friend which expressed that torch songs just weren’t being written anymore. Hence the introduction. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Professor, Well this torched me, great write.  |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Professor -- I really liked the way you set the tone. Feel like I just watched a movie and heard a saltry bluesy song.  PS -- you can hear Abby on the graduation poem I posted for her called "Siren Sounds." |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Gawd Gloom....this is fantastic.. and you set the stage so well. I could picture the middle aged torch singer perfectly. Excellent piece this...your best by far. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
a touching tale of the heart |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
My grandmother has a favorite torch song...this brought back the sound of it to my mind. Thank you, Professor, for always doing something for someone else. |
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TerryW Senior Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 779Louisville, Mississippi, USA |
Wow! ~you reached inside, you touched my heart, |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Bravo!! This was very well done...I saw it through your words.. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Excellent...right now I could go for a nice dive and a few torch songs...I like one of a kind places...James |
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