High Rankin - The Tale Of Clarence Baskerville (Full Vocal Mix) lyrics

The night was cold and crisp
Luckily for me the broad I was with was hot and soft
Suzy had breezed into my life only a few hours ago at a bar downtown
Against the backdrop of the usual losers, she had stood out like a badger in a space suit
She had eyes that had seen a thousand romantic movies but had never seen the end
Her lips were the color of open teenage veins
She was all generous legs and don't tell daddy I'm out

What she wanted from me I didn't know
I was just a two time loser in a second hand suit
My life was becoming a Raymond Chandler novel, but at this point things didn't add up
Just me, a blond headed beaded tail, and a mishmash of metaphors and similes that were making less and less sense by the minute
My papa told the story of a world of sleepless nights
A world of what ifs, and a world of never was

As she lay on the couch, I could tell she had been running from something
I told her she could take my bed and she was out quicker than a police in a leotard back before the Yankees
I sat down in a chair that had seen so many drunken tragedies
A bottle of whisky, a glass, and a nine millimeter on the table to my left
My name is Clarence Baskerville, Private Eye
The year was 1939, and although I didn't yet know it
Things were about to get very, very heavy


Very, very heavy


I woke up with a start and reached for my piece
False alarm, silence
There she was like a midnight baby suckling blissfully on her mothers teet
Sleeping so sweetly like I wish I could
She rolled over and opened her eyes
Eyes that had the purity of an avalanche
All-encompassing, catastrophic yet beautifully unrelentingly innocent

The phone rang; my hand hovered trembling over the handset
The hand that had trembled all those years ago
The phone rang in siren across the empty chamber of my apartment
A ringing phone has to be answered, doesn't it?
I picked up the receiver... ‘Baskerville’
-‘Baskerville, it's Malloy’
‘Malloy?’
-‘That's right it's me, been a little while ain’t it?’
And it had been six years since I put that no good son a of shit blitz where he belonged

His voice still rang shivers down my spine
Like Linford Christie dressed as the abominable snowman
‘I heard you were back on the streets; Lord praises this country’s justice system’
-‘I didn’t phone for an argument Baskerville, I wanted to say I’m sorry for all I put you and this whole city through’
His words meant nothing; less than nothing in fact
- ‘I don’t expect you to say anything but I’m a changed man Baskerville, I’ve had a lot of time to think’
I hung up the phone