DIVE BAR HEAVEN
This song is a clever and spirited journey through "Dive Bar Heaven," weaving a rich tapestry of Americana and Christian imagery into a rollicking narrative of afterlife escapades. Echoing the epic lyrical style of "American Pie," it blends humor with deep cultural and religious references, portraying a heavenly honky-tonk where the saints and sinners mingle over heavenly brews. Each verse is packed with allusions to saints, classic country music icons, and playful takes on religious rituals, creating a lively celebration of life, redemption, and eternal revelry. It’s a uniquely imaginative take on the afterlife, filled with wit and a deep appreciation for Americana, making it a modern-day anthem for the soulful and the saved.
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One big flash. one last breath. salt across the shoulder.
I’ve found myself ascending with the Sunday suit and tie crowd.
I’m not saying, I’m too surprised. ate my vitamins, said my prayers, was redeemed in HIS eyes, still you sometimes worry if you’re a hell of a guy.
On my best behavior, I tried to stay calm, St Peter snuck me in with a grease of the Psalm, hitch at a right at 91st, you’ll hear Frank’s thumping drums.
Took his advice and lo and behold, a rocking little honky tonk with foggy windows, and a bright blue sign: Saint Auggie of Hippo’s.
Arnie’s tending bar with brews for what ails ya, and if you’re feeling fancy we got a vintage Saragossa.
They play the Super Bowl, ten times a day, cause they know that’s when us sinners all learned to pray.
Jukebox hummin’ Hank, Waylon, and more, no GOD DANG Harvey Danger, and soon Toby’s bustin through that door, shocked he beat the red headed stranger seeking beer for his horse.
And let’s be clear if you’re drinking here, you’re up on Hail Mary karaoke, but please my god, don’t get all sauced, start thinking’ you can make Mardi gras beads from the rosary.
Maybe these angels' halos lack that brilliant shine, Just the cost of living, pawning reputation, a sign of the times.
But their pour is fair and their aim is true, and when you’re done hard livin no other place will do.
So don’t be down their itchin, wishin I was kickin, cause there’s no last call in Dive Bar Heaven.
© Paul Meekin 2024
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