To be sung in a bar with beer in hand, surrounded by friends. Irish accent optional, but encouraged.
I know a bar
on Geary Street
where sins confessed
are washed away.
And I confess
that in my youth
I went there, sometimes,
every day.
For the weight
of one day’s sin
was more than I could bear,
so off I’d go
to Geary Street
to find forgiveness there.
Oh how I miss
those days of youth
when I thought I
could be washed clean.
Now my trips to Geary Street
are few and far between.
But a wicked life is slow to pass
so here I am again,
to lift a glass with you
my friends,
and be washed clean again.
And of all the places to confess
right here, my friends, is surely best.
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I wasn’t sure what melody to match it up with, so I chose Scarborough Fair, and it worked not badly at all.
Yeah, that’s close. Actually, I kind of made up a faux-Irish folk melody and I don’t know definitely if it’s original or a standard. The Diva is the musical half of the partnership.