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Once about two years ago I had a series of dreams taking place at the Chateau Rouge Hotel during Prohibition, and in this hotel the air is always hazy, the men wear suits and fedoras and the ladies wear knockout red dresses. I was the Club Lazy Hearts crooner, with a painist who's name is familar but I can't remember it. What scares me is the level of detail I remembered when I awoke the next morning, as well as the fact that the pillows were on the floor and I usually had a very stiff neck.
But a detail I often had trouble remembering was the songs that the painist played and the lyrics I sang, I remember that they had a jazz feel or a modern pop beat (which is wierd, since I can't stand pop.) but I remember the title and a chorus to one of the songs that I sang on Ruby Tuesday on the corner stage:
Starched up collers and crisp tied ties
we're out to get us a time tonight
shine up your shoes, give your breath a good spritz
and crisp the brim of that hat.
Snap to attention, she's walking in now
in that spotlight with that blood red glow
looking pretty as anything I've ever seen
call your folks; we're gonna be here all night.
That's what I wrote down, then I sang a few verses which I immediatly forgot while she went dancing from table to table followed by that red spotlight. I don't remember her face at all, nor her figure, all I remember is she wore a sequined white dress that sparkled red.
I though I was crazy with that melody stuck in my head, but I'm not alone- congrats to your friend Joel for capturing that before it became just another forgotten dream.
""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"
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