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Backlit

by Ric Hickey

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Recorded LIVE in the garage November 9, 2020, this is the first ever and thus far only performance of "Backlit".

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BACKLIT


CHORUS:
I'm backlit and I smell like gasoline.
I'm a sight to see But I can't be seen.
In a bottomless pit of bullshit
I'm somewhere in between
A silver tongue devil
And a greazy pair of blue jeans

Move along, move along, Snuthin to see here
Just a washed up wounded old bird on the curb
Sitting drinking a lukewarm beer
Once was on the toppa the heap
In high gear, Without peer, no fear
Oily rags to shiny riches and back to rags
(in less than a year) - My story you should hear

See I came up with a dire need
Nobody even knew they had.
Then I filled that very same need
With cheap goo gaws and doo dads.
Took off like a rocket, I wasn't doing half bad.
But like so many things people think they need
It turned out to be just a fad.

REPEAT CHORUS

I had a cooking show even though I can't cook.
They tell me I even wrote a book.
Sold the movie rights, Published a magazine
Page after page I'd pose and preen
I had a record out though I can't sing.
Coined a popular catchphrase and everything.

Slipped and fell into the trash
Woke up smelling like piss and ashes.
My attorney found me in the gutter.
I was wearing all my worldly possessions,
Smeared with peanut butter
He said, "Son, this is your lucky payday.
You had several pending lawsuits go your way."
I was speechless, mouth agape, agog.
Never seen nothing so alien, so odd.
Here was an honest lawyer. Hand to God!

REPEAT CHORUS

Well I don't know if it was wrong or right.
But I can tell you it was here and gone overnight.
Look around you. All you see,
Is owned lock stock and barrel, By dirty little old me.
So I like looking a little rough. I like drinking the cheap stuff.
I'm tasteless and unrefined.
You swing from your tree, and I'll swing from mine.

REPEAT CHORUS

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released September 3, 2021
Written and performed by Ric Hickey

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