The Organ Bar Songtext

Words by Terry Taylor Music by Daniel Amos ©1995 Twitchen Vibes Music (ASCAP) Years ago, my friend Bob worked Pacific Ocean Park As a knife-wielding spook-house clown And ran a booth with a bingo-playing-chicken Shocked by jolts from concealed electric grids Bob has since repented, now he's the cook and The owner at a roadside greasy spoon diner And if you're down on your luck, Bob will feed you without charge And treat you to some magic tricks He says his dearest friend he calls "The Ghost" Worked in a luggage factory He was fired when they claimed his work was Oblique and unsatisfactory "He's missing," Bob says, "branded as a spy, But I prefer to believe He's still working on the sly and I've heard he's playing at an organ bar I supposed I'm in denial I dream that patrons crowd this organ bar Expecting my arrival" Gloria's nineteen--was an L.A. whore Who worked the south end of Sunset boulevard Found in an alley in a drug-induced coma Behind a Dunkin' Donuts She says she left her body on the hospital table And she hovered over it for awhile Then she was bathed in light and a voice said "Gloria, you've still got some work to do" She awoke to a religious nut screaming on the t.v. Strange words that made some sorta sense And as she prayed, this spectre seeped through The spaces in the hospital heating vents And then it disappeared, but to this day She swears it stole her heart away, and She found him playing at the organ bar She says she goes there for survival Says I can reach her at the organ bar, The number's in the Bible I'm successfully concealed behind my pork pie hat, Fake beard, and dark sunglasses Convinced them I've authored several Supernatural thrillers And doing research for my latest book And as the sun goes down, a shadow is cast across Bob's drawn and troubled face He rubs his eyes, and I leave, But my shadow doesn't follow, It's fond of Bob's hot joe And every shadow in my suitcase is restless now And each of them would prefer to remain But they all have a different little slant on life And they all answer to my name And it would be nice if they found a home But that won't happen 'til my cover's blown And I've been working at the organ bar The customers all love my style They say I'm master of the organ bar But me, I'm looking for revival