Bill Morrissey...one last drink for old times sake

I haven't taken to posting YouTube stuff or any kind of videos and God knows that plenty of hugely important artists have come and gone during the few short years that this blog has been around. But a couple weeks ago I learned of the passing of Bill Morrissey, a song writer and singer that touched the folk music community and probably beyond, and one that has left more than a handful of what I will call breath taking moments. Poetry that hits home and tunes that drive into your deepest insides. Songs that will make you stop everything you're doing when you hear them. How sad to lose that artistry, that musical companion, so young (60 years old). Many people are quick to describe Bill's work as sad and depressing and although they usually mean it in a complimentary way, I don't think it quite does justice to how Bill Morrissey captured the elements of life, and when powerful words and feelings hit you just right, it's easy to say it's sad. For me, it's just right. It's what life is that flows through his lyrics and sounds. It's thoughtful, sensitive and full of irony and humor, the things that memories are made of, the things that freeze time, that take you back until you are no more, and you feel like the spirit rather than the vessel. So here I have posted a video someone has on YouTube, a song that is so Bill Morrissey and so much one of my go to songs when I need to get perspective. Somehow it always manages to leave me looking up and set for good things. I don't know how Bill does that but for me he does. And to do complete justice to this great song and the memory of the man who wrote it, I also offer the following lyrics that I deciphered on my own (so please let me know if you see any mistakes). I am very grateful for the legacy this man left behind and how he has enriched my life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvlQFhm6X9Q&feature=related

These Cold Fingers by Bill Morrissey

Gina left town with the, first snow of the year

He drove her to the airport in his Ford.

And he, tried to propose as he ordered one more beer,

But the P-A drowned his words, and it was time for her to board.

So he walked her to the gate, he took his hat off as he kissed her,

He needed one more drink to take the chill out of his soul.

He said a quick goodbye, then spent two hours in the bar,

Finally paid his tab and kept a dollar for the toll.

(chorus)

Everything slips, through these cold fingers

Like trying to hold water, trying to hold sand,

Close your eyes, make a wish, and listen to the singer,

One more round bartender, pour a double if you can.

It’s 4 o’clock, and the sun’s gone down the drain,

It’s still late winter, but they say it’s early spring.

Lewis reads the gas pumps, Rossi counts the oils,

But me I’m done, so punch the clock and see you in the morning.

There’s nothin’ back at home that ain’t gone greasy with the stove,

I never laughed so hard as when that typewriter broke.

Think I’ll stop along the River Road for a half pint and some beer,

Well everything would be okay if these old dreams would disappear.

(chorus)

The dog can’t move no more, surprised he made it till the spring,

His pain won’t go away, and the pills don’t do a thing.

You’ve known that old hound longer, than you’ve known most of your friends,

And no matter how you let him down, he’d always take you back again

So it’s one tall glass of whiskey, one last drink for old time’s sake,

The dog just lays in bed, and watches every move you make.

Wrap him in his blanket, hold him once more close to you,

Lead him out behind the barn with a borrowed 22.

(chorus)