Ace In The Hole
by Jerkatorium
You’re sick
Sick and tired of this town
Let’s break loose, there ain't no use in us hanging around
Maybe we should up and burn it all down
But I think that you've got a
Nihilistic soul
But I truly believe
You've got an ace up your sleeve
You're tired
Sick and tired of this place
It's a shitty little city and a total disgrace here
You never ever ever wanna show your face here
Again, I think that
your anger takes its toll
But now I understand
You've got an ace in your hand
You've got an ace in the hole
When the chips are down,
you just skip town and go
you don't even care, you'll go anywhere
you just GTFO
You've got an ace in the hole
when your world gets tough
you pack it up and go
You can't even deal, when the shit gets real
you play your ace in the hole
You're high
High and mighty, complaining
Love's a lame little game, or so you keep saying
Been dealt a good hand, but you keep overplaying
I'm not the bad guy
But I can play that role
So now I'll tell you what
You've got lodged up your butt
Kiss me I'm sick
Kiss me I'm tired
Of your dirty tricks
And your dumpster fires
When you figure out you love me anyway
And you figure out you really want to stay
You're gonna figure out it doesn't work that way
‘cause I got my own ace that I'm gonna play
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- Chumpy
- Twilight Sparkle
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- lichenthroat
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Re: Ace In The Hole
Ace in the Hole
by Lichen Throat
By the time I could remember my grandfather,
he was a nice old guy who lived in a pink house
in San Diego and liked to give me silver dollars
in my Christmas stocking and on my birthday.
But before that, he’d been a Navy man all his life.
He joined in 1931 when he couldn’t find work
During the Depression and had no money or food
And basically owned nothing but his pants and shirt.
In the Battle of Savo Island in 1942,
He was the last man off the Vincennes when it sank
And later was the captain of an LST
During the evacuation of the Dachen Islands.
I didn't know this until a few years ago, but
After he retired, he became an incoherent,
Fall-down drunk until he went to rehab a couple of times
And finally dried out for good and took up golfing.
On his fireplace mantle--I don’t know why
a house in San Diego had a fireplace--
There was a trophy of a metal number 1
with a golf ball embedded in the shaft.
A memento of the one time he got
An ace in the hole.
I wish I had the nickname “Ace,”
But I’m not a fighter pilot,
Film editor, or a cyclops.
Some of my old college friends fell hard
For the poker craze of the last decade.
One couple even bought a fancy octagonal
Poker table put it in their dining room.
They hosted a game for friends almost every week,
And sometimes held 50-person tournaments in their house.
They had a big set of monogrammed poker chips
That were mostly pink, ‘cause the wife liked pink.
Sadly, they’re divorced now, because the husband
Had a lot of problems with addictions,
and their party lifestyle, which the wife wanted to keep,
was incompatible with attempts at recovery.
Anyway, these guys all read poker books,
And thought about poker all the time.
Before Texas hold-em took over everything,
They played dealer’s choice with lots of esoteric variants.
I lost money the first time I played with them
Because I didn’t understand the rules to one of the games,
But after that I won every time, just by knowing
simple mathematical probability, because they were terrible players.
It wasn’t even necessary to have
An ace in the hole.
by Lichen Throat
By the time I could remember my grandfather,
he was a nice old guy who lived in a pink house
in San Diego and liked to give me silver dollars
in my Christmas stocking and on my birthday.
But before that, he’d been a Navy man all his life.
He joined in 1931 when he couldn’t find work
During the Depression and had no money or food
And basically owned nothing but his pants and shirt.
In the Battle of Savo Island in 1942,
He was the last man off the Vincennes when it sank
And later was the captain of an LST
During the evacuation of the Dachen Islands.
I didn't know this until a few years ago, but
After he retired, he became an incoherent,
Fall-down drunk until he went to rehab a couple of times
And finally dried out for good and took up golfing.
On his fireplace mantle--I don’t know why
a house in San Diego had a fireplace--
There was a trophy of a metal number 1
with a golf ball embedded in the shaft.
A memento of the one time he got
An ace in the hole.
I wish I had the nickname “Ace,”
But I’m not a fighter pilot,
Film editor, or a cyclops.
Some of my old college friends fell hard
For the poker craze of the last decade.
One couple even bought a fancy octagonal
Poker table put it in their dining room.
They hosted a game for friends almost every week,
And sometimes held 50-person tournaments in their house.
They had a big set of monogrammed poker chips
That were mostly pink, ‘cause the wife liked pink.
Sadly, they’re divorced now, because the husband
Had a lot of problems with addictions,
and their party lifestyle, which the wife wanted to keep,
was incompatible with attempts at recovery.
Anyway, these guys all read poker books,
And thought about poker all the time.
Before Texas hold-em took over everything,
They played dealer’s choice with lots of esoteric variants.
I lost money the first time I played with them
Because I didn’t understand the rules to one of the games,
But after that I won every time, just by knowing
simple mathematical probability, because they were terrible players.
It wasn’t even necessary to have
An ace in the hole.
- Geoff WreckdoM
- Mean Street
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Ace In The Hole
by WreckdoM
FIRE IN THE SKY
ACE IN THE HOLE
LOVE IS THE BOMB
FIRE IN THE HOLE
ACE IS THE BOMB
LOVE IS THE SKY
FIRE IN THE BOMB
ACE IN THE SKY
LOVE IS THE HOLE
DOG IN THE BUN
SALT ON THE SLUG
ACE IN THE HOLE
DOG IN THE HOLE
SALT ON THE BUN
ACE IN THE SLUG
DOG ON THE SLUG
SALT IN THE HOLE
ACE IN THE BUN
by WreckdoM
FIRE IN THE SKY
ACE IN THE HOLE
LOVE IS THE BOMB
FIRE IN THE HOLE
ACE IS THE BOMB
LOVE IS THE SKY
FIRE IN THE BOMB
ACE IN THE SKY
LOVE IS THE HOLE
DOG IN THE BUN
SALT ON THE SLUG
ACE IN THE HOLE
DOG IN THE HOLE
SALT ON THE BUN
ACE IN THE SLUG
DOG ON THE SLUG
SALT IN THE HOLE
ACE IN THE BUN
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