about
This song is an "answer song" of sorts, written in response to "The Whiskey Song," by Julie Jurgens, a fellow Chicago singer-songwriter. Her excellent song contains the phrase, "If you were whiskey, I'd taste you." It sparked my imagination. What if I was her whiskey?
lyrics
Sweet Perdita
Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
Every Monday night, and every other Wednesday
Sweet Perdita gently breaks my heart
And I pour her drinks for free, and I hope the boss don’t see me
‘Cause when Sweet Perdita’s singing, I ain’t so smart
She takes one shot of Jack for every love song
That I dream she sings for me alone
She needs two shots of Beam in-between her
Covers of Nina Simone
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
‘Cause I can ease your pain
I’d cheer your ass up before you put down the cup
And if you fuck up, I’ll take the blame
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
Ain’t nothing that I’d rather be
Honey, I’ll keep you warm through this cold winter storm
And you could drown all your sorrows in me
With every lonesome strum, every limb goes numb
My feet uneasily hovering above the floor
And through my tears I see that she don’t sing for me
It’s those hopeless dreams I was hoping to ignore
She takes one shot of Black Johnnie Walker
For every sad song she croons
And it’s Maker’s Mark to harden her heart
Before she can belt out the blues
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
‘Cause I can ease your pain
I’d cheer your ass up before you put down the cup
And if you fuck up, I’ll take the blame
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
Ain’t nothing that I’d rather be
Honey, I’ll keep you warm through this cold winter storm
And you could drown all your sorrows in me
Everybody knows that every bar must close
Bleary-eyed and busted, I give last call
And as her final tune leaves this old saloon
So must Sweet Perdita pass these walls
And it’s old Wild Turkey for the barkeep
As the regulars file down the stairs
And I’m drinking Bushmills ‘til I get the will
To confess to her empty chair
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
‘Cause I can ease your pain
I’d cheer your ass up before you put down the cup
And if you fuck up, I’ll take the blame
O, I wish that I was your whiskey
Ain’t nothing that I’d rather be
Honey, I’ll keep you warm through this cold winter storm
And you could drown all your sorrows in me
credits
from
Little Brother,
released March 21, 2015
Words and music by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Bill Kavanagh at BobDog Studios
Ukulele, vocals - Narciso Lobo, Jr.
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