From Helene Troy’s songbook:
I’ll never forget it. I remember it so well.
We celebrated your success, on my back
i ignored your theft and hung out in your hell
We drank epicurean and talked Dante
I thought we were rockin the third circle
but the more Dom we poured, I pondered over Broadway
All I have is who I am
I’d rather you hate the real me
than love some sold out sham
I left you in an expensive puddle, went home with my soul
I’m not innocent, I’m far from good
but the sixth circle can’t have me, it’s a bottomless hole.
When I first read Velvet’s word for this week’s 100, “Epicurean” http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ I freaked out. I deplore snobbery, I’m not a foodie, and I don’t drink fine anything. Then, I looked over Helene’s songs and changed fine wine to epicurean and took a pill. I actually think it works better this way. It’s about Case Hill stealing Helene’s songs. I’ll have to thank Velvet in the book. This song’s called The Sixth Circle, where Epicureans were damned in Dante’s Inferno.
Today’s song is a a little different. I dig this defunct Australian alternative band Epicure, a lot. They had about four good songs. Here’s one of them, about walking a fine line between changing for someone and being yourself. It’s called Tightrope Walker.