pistachio - tragedy in kingston lyrics
friday night in kingston town
and all the kids were gathered from miles around
from the shanties in trenchtown
to the forested hills
where the old men grew ganja like daffodils
a young man walked by
a street dog at his side
dribbling a soccer ball
and smiling wide
i asked him if he knew
where everyone was going to
and, surprised
this was his reply
“haven’t you heard about the show?
those sweet melodies played on the slide trombone?
more god than man, or so they say
even the birds stop singing to hear him play
“little anita
a pretty girl with the rhumba fever
used to dance on the english side of town
she met a man
they say had the golden hands
they fell in love
and turned her beat around
they say that it was him
who called that ambulance
it was her own knife, he was sure
but they found her blood on his shirt
out in the asylum yard
they found him playing guitar
malnourished
singing the trombone
they said, “it’s nice to meet ya
this one’s for anita!”
they stabbed him
and left him there to die
the streets of kingston went cold
no more melodies played on the slide trombone
no man’s a god, so they say
but even the birds went quiet on that day
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