|Song Title:||After the Dog Days|
|Album:||Single (available on the ARTB Touring CD)|
|Music and Lyrics:||Susan Peck|
|Credits:||Susan Peck: piano, vocals
Meg Grace: tenor saxophone
Whit Draper: electric guitar
Sarah Linderman: drums
Alan Alexander III: fretless bass
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It must be August,
'cause Larry's crying again.
He comes flying out of Percy's,
it Must be about three A.M.
It's long past midnight.
Always happens this time of year
She wishes he wasn't such a damned Saint.
Ever since that incident over on 258th,
Larry cries in August.
And you might be slow in asking
Because it's likely none of your affair.
You might be slow in asking,
but if you can Spare a smoke, and set him up a fresh beer,
he might be Swift to tell a sad story
Swift to tell you some lies
Swift to tell his old glories
Swift to tell about her eyes
That old Jesuit from China
Was drinking brandy from a keg--
Lurking in a cold, dark alley
For a hundred and thirty years.
Next time he comes swinging around
He'd better not be late
There'll be hell to pay;
she's been watching
Up all night.
And you might be slow in asking......
He might be swift to tell......
It must be August
Old dog ready for the hunt
Muggy days and moonless nights
Larry's crying again
Make a wish...;