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Everettsville: Music

"Down into the Basement" (lyrics)

(Don Everett Pearce)
(c)(p) 2011 Don Everett Pearce

Impressions of a funky basement jazz club where I spent a lot of time back in '97–'98 during my first year in New York. It was a refuge of darkness and music, and it was cheap.

 

She turned me out
I oughta be going home
But I just don’t want to face it
I’m going down into the basement
I pay the man at the top of the stairs
and go on down into the basement
I’ll stay all night, nobody cares

 

Got my own red wine, it’s got me feeling better
Down in the dark, I want to stay forever

 

They’re blowing brass and slapping on wood
They’re playing “Straight, No Chaser”
They got a gig down in the basement
Texas Anne, with her head up and back
Kinda straddling her chair and blowing smoke into the air

 

Got my own red wine, it’s got me feeling better
Down in the dark, I want to stay forever

 

Going down into the basement
Going down into the basement
Going down into the basement
And I ain’t coming up until the dawn