Your Kiss Tastes Like The Blues

Dusty delta-blues shuffle, overdriven slide guitar and stomping floor toms, Female vocals: smoky and intimate on verses, raw and belted on the hook, Harmonica fills answer vocal phrases; claps and foot-stomps build a sweaty juke-joint chorus, Mix leans midrangey and live, like a one-take on a hot night, blues

[Verse 1] You lean in slow Smell of whiskey and rain Cheap motel curtain Rattling against the pane Your jaw’s all stubble Tongue tastes like truth Every crooked promise Cutting straight through [Chorus] Your kiss tastes like the blues Rust on the bottle Dust on my shoes Salt on my lips Bad news in my veins Your kiss tastes like the blues Like old burned coffee and yesterday’s pain But I keep coming back for one more taste of you [Verse 2] Ashtray on the nightstand Burned right down to the wire Record skipping in the corner Like a tire stuck in the mire You say you’ll do better Then you bite til I bruise Leave lipstick on my shoulder Heart out of tune [Chorus] [Bridge] You hum my name low Like a broke-down train I know how this ends But I crawl in again Every goodbye Still pulls me back to you That slow Dirty sweetness I can’t spit loose [Chorus]

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