Chapter 1: Last Looks
Hugh:
Welcome to The Gloaming my dear
Welcome to Babylon
Starting act one I still am lonesome
With an itch and urge to act on
Ghosts are always home
In case you ever get locked out
Look who is talking now
Mute stitches on my cursed mouth
Guy:
Last Looks for you and me
A black mirror to society
Won’t you be my honeybee?
Get buzzed and please hand me that church key?
Hugh:
Last looks for you and me
This Old Fashion is left wanting
Flooded through my memory
And a house up on a hill ripe for haunting
Together:
The stage is set and ready to go?
We need a simple yes or no
Until the light calls us home
It’s last looks for me and you
Rehearsal is ready with twilight crew
Who knows what we ever knew?
Bouncing ideas back with a little more glue (hopefully)
Lights up the camera rolls
Who knows just where this party goes
Even still after we close
We live for these seats filled with souls
Forget about 60
None of us are making 45
The rocks all are risky
And none of us get out alive
That’s it for Hugh and Guy
Oh my, my, my
I don’t need a cue or sign
Just to cry, cry, cry.
They may own the clocks
My friend, the hour is yours
Whisky on the rocks
Make it rain a heavy-handed pour
Last looks for You and I
I am glib “he’s camera shy”
Ready to write a short goodbye
The lord always deserves a swift reply
It seems my hour has come
Sticky sweet bubblegum
Pop the future and make a run
For it and you and me and zero sum
Fuck the hit parade
Play me an old 45
All this reckless drinking makes me think I need to take a drive
Give me a muscle car or vinyl so divine –
With all this reckless thinking of final days of rose and wine… I’ll be fine…
They may own the clocks
But my friends the hour is ours
Risky on the rocks
Make it reign down a dense power
Hugh:
Welcome to The Gloaming my dear
Welcome to Babylon
Ending song one I still am no one
Just an old man and a swan