She sang in dollar signs,
Wrap them round your neck,
Say, "If you don't mind,
I've got one favour left"
Go ahead, reef the chain,
I'm already on the ground,
I can't go no further down.
She'd dress like neon lights,
Flashing like Times Square,
Tease you on New Years night,
'n leave you standing there,
Go ahead, reef the chain,
I'm already on the ground,
I can't go no further down.
She had a summer moon,
Her glow forever waning,
Dreaming of something new,
Something entertaining,
Her scythe dripped crimson red,
She preferred the dark,
The show began when something bled,
Siren was her art
Go ahead, reef the chain,
I'm already on the ground,
I can't go no further down.
The first thought that came into my head was “She sang in dollar signs”. This idea of a woman who lorded their wealth over you, revelling in the torture of claiming favours in return knowing you couldn't do them but couldn't turn them down either. Just someone who drives others to the pits of hell.
This one flowed a lot smoother and I did Alt-Tab a few times to check that the words I was using was correct i.e.: Waning moon being one of diminishing light, I was going to use ‘sickle’ after using scythe thinking it was one of those sheepherder hooks that Bo Peep uses (it is not).
In the last section, I used the word scythe because it is somewhat crescent shaped. So that was a bit of an obscure metaphor reach but really happy with it!