This is a song of mine that goes back a couple of decades. I was living in Greenwich Village when I wrote it and recorded it with my band. That version is gathering dust in the archives. It’s hard to remember the impetus behind the lyrics but the idea of using drugs in jail struck me as an attempt to let your mind escape even as your body is trapped. Unfortunately, it’s a feeling that still resonates with me which I guess is why I’ve recently started playing it again after all these years I’ve left it moldering in the past.
I have to give my bandmate Matt credit for the “driving down Commerce Street through the gates of heaven” line, which I stole from him. He also came up with the “through the gates of heaven” backing vocal bit that I reproduce on this version.
When she puts on her eyeliner It’s like rock’n’roll in China It’s like justice in South Carolina It’s like drugs in jail
When she wears that real tight skirt I feel my favorite kind of hurt Some people’d rather shoot up than flirt They’re all doing drugs in jail
We’re driving down Commerce Street Through the gates of heaven
When she lies there sleeping I want to know everything she’s dreaming There’s nothing else in my life worth keeping Everything else is drugs in jail
We’re driving down Commerce Street Through the gates of heaven
New album "Observations" available now.
A veteran of NYC’s underground music scene, Mike Power played on the stages of such beloved lost venues as CBGB’s and Kenny’s Castaways, as well as stalwart surviving ones like Arlene’s Grocery and the Bitter End as singer/songwriter/bassist with Late Model Humans. In 2020, quarantining from the global pandemic he worked remotely with other artists to record a collection of new music called Observations, that infuses his punk roots with introspective acoustic pieces.
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