One time I did a voiceover
A TV ad for dog food
I was the voice of a dog
As he scoured the neighbourhood
This dog he talks to himself
Follows his nose down the street
Every lamp post and every hydrant
Reminding him of the people he'd meet
The skid row junkies
Sweet urine on concrete
Bowery Bums draining bottles
A tasty scrap of pre-chewed meat
I live at the level of your feet
Where your soul hits the dirty street
Every dog sniffs out his dignity
In the corners of the city
People go about their business
Places they need to be
And sometimes a friendly hand
Reaches out to comfort me
Most people are good
At least that's what I've found
From following my nose
Really close to the ground
Everyone has their troubles
But they mean well
That's what I can say
They mostly mean well.
2 comments:
Jazzy, free-flowing, joyful, funny ... and I love the Tom Waits-inspired voice. This song adds a new dimension to your oeuvre. I like it a lot. Clearly you are having fun!
It was the answer to the question what happens to Glen when he’s left alone in the house by his wife for the weekend with a bottle of 12 year old scotch. Lol.
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