Trading In My Church Key

Original song lyrics by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

Structure scheme:  Accent points align for all four verses.

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

INTRO

I feel the need to tell you up front,

Here is the way to count down a blunt:

The first puff offers peace.

The second brings on release.

And by the third toke,

I tell all the best jokes.

I'm delighted, by the fourth drag,

That I chose kingsize Zig-Zags.

I can definitely tell, by the fifth,

That paranoia ain't just a myth.

After my sixth chance to inhale,

Dry mouth makes my breath stale.

The munchies kick in with my seventh draw.

I down everything in sight, cooked or raw.

Numero eight finds me feeling fine,

Guessing that I'm "one toke over the line".

The ninth one brings on a wave of pleasure.

So much so that I forget to measure,

The final frantic puffs of the evil weed,

Are more from gluttony, less from need.

And upon completion, even a newbie,

Knows better than to light up another doobie.

CHORUS

The bliss I'm describing,

From lawful imbibing.

Is waiting up in Denver,

So I'm trading (in) my blender,

And my church key,

For a roach clip,

And a pipe.

VERSE 1

Car accidents suck, yeah they do.

When they don't use seat belts in the back seat.

Some years la-ter my body's through.

Much like the knees of an old ath-lete.

VERSE 2

I used to take pills for the pain,

When my poor old bo-dy gave me trou-ble.

Now I look to sweet Mary Jane,

The relief she provides is dou-ble.

CHORUS

The bliss I'm describing,

From lawful imbibing.

Is waiting up in Denver,

So I'm trading (in) my blender,

And my church key,

For a roach clip,

And a pipe.

VERSE 3

Sure, I had to leave what I loved.

But I hoped my girl would one day come here.

But when she needs to loosen up.

She'd rather drink, usually just light beer.

BRIDGE #1

Trading your tall boy for a cone of weed.

Could put you behind bars and barbed wire.

And while a dope dealer satisfies the need.

You don’t want to meet his supplier.

It's best that I don't take long to dwell,

On the source of the stuff in your baggie.

Could be from local growers, or a drug cartel.

Neither live their lives in an abbey.

You should consider the state of Colorado,

A splendid realm way up in cooler climes.

Summer is the time when you should go.

Say goodbye to where smoking pot's a crime.

CHORUS

The bliss I'm describing,

From lawful imbibing.

Is waiting up in Denver,

So I'm trading (in) my blender,

And my church key,

For a roach clip,

And a pipe.

BRIDGE #2 Instrumental

VERSE 4

If you're enthused 'bout getting high,

Come on up where high times are a plen-ty.

But if cost-ly fares make you cry,

Don't book a flight around Four Twen-ty.

CHORUS

The bliss I'm describing,

From lawful imbibing.

Is waiting up in Denver,

So I'm trading (in) my blender,

And my church key,

For a roach clip,

And a pipe.

The End

Copyright © Michael Kimbro 2017.  All rights reserved.

PS - After a few of my works, I like to include what I call poetic remnants. These are sections which didn't make the cut. But these might still worth sharing, if only to further illuminate the Chrome Dome methods.

Here's the first introduction I came up with:

INTRO

Yo, I said: "Arrivederci,"

To my church key.

Go on and search me,

If you want too.

It’s been my favorite tool

Since back in high school.

But here in Telluride,

We cast childish things aside.

So, I said: "Arrivederci,"

To my church key.

Go on and search me,

If you want too.

Lastly, here's an alternative chorus which I considered:

I’m trading in my churchkey,

My churchkey,

My churchkey.

I’m trading in my churchkey

My churchkey,

My churchkey.

And I'm not looking back.

I don't need to sip,

From a bottle or a beer stein.

I've got me a roach clip,

And I'm feeling fine.

I’m trading in my churchkey,

And I'm not looking back.

Anyway, thanks very much for your time and consideration.

Mike Kimbro