Things are Getting Dangerous
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I’m drinking scotch whisky
and barking at the stars.
I’m racing fast women
and chasing hot cars.
Things are getting dangerous,
I’m going to blow a fuse.
Honey, come and give me
something I can use.
You got me brushing my face,
you got me shaving my teeth.
Everything is backwards, baby,
I got two right feet.
Things are getting dangerous,
I’m totally confused.
I need you so bad, baby
I’m starting to feel abused.
Things are getting dangerous,
I’m loosing all control.
Things are getting serious,
I’m feeling all delirious
My tops about to blow.
Like Noah said in the Bible,
baby, good things come in pairs.
You got me hot as a Tom Cat,
I’m pulling out my hair.
Things are getting dangerous,
I need to hold you real soon.
Let’s steal us a dream boat,
sail off to the moon.
Things are getting dangerous,
I’m loosing all my sense.
Things are getting dangerous,
like swimming in cement.
Things are getting dangerous,
I’m loosing all control.
Things are getting serious,
I’m feeling all delirious,
My tops about to blow.
RC 2/1988
© 1988 Robert Carraher All rights reserved
About DirtyLowdown
I was born in Pomona, California at a very young age. I had a pretty normal childhood…or I was a pretty normal child hood if mom is telling the story. I was a paperboy who always porched , usually on the subscribers porch. I washed cars and bussed tables which left me with a life time affliction of chapped lips. I was a soda fountain jock-jerk and a manic mechanic but my first real job was as a labor organizer in a maternity ward. Then, because of the misjudgment of a judge I spent nearly 10 years in the service of our country mostly on KP duty. Our country sure turns out a lot of dirty dishes. I am a past master at pots and pans. They eventually recognized my real talent and let me wander around some very unfriendly places carrying a big radio that didn’t work.
Along the way I took up the bass guitar, jotting down stories, electronic engineering and earned a degree in advanced criminal activities. I spent most of my adult life, if you can call it that, working in the I.T. industry, which I was particularly suited for since we worked in rooms with no windows. On and off I taught in colleges, universities and reform schools as a student teacher…
I like smog, traffic, kinky people, car trouble, noisy neighbors, and crowded seedy bars where I have been known to quote Raymond Chandler as pickup lines. I have always been a voracious reader, everything from the classics, to popular fiction, history to science but I have a special place in my heart for crime fiction, especially hard-boiled detective fiction and noir. I write a book and music review blog for all genres at The Dirty Lowdown and another dedicated to Crime Fiction and all things Noir called Crimeways. It’s named after the magazine that appeared in the Kenneth Fearing classic, The Big Clock. There I write scholarly reviews of the classic hard boiled, noir and crime fiction books from the 20's through today. Mostly I drool over the salacious pictures on the covers.
I also write for Technorati/BlogCritics where I am part of a sinister cabal of superior writers.
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Makes me want to lift a leg and mark my territory! I can hear the beat.