Periscope Blues

[Verse 1]
Got a puckish little grin
Playing poker with my sins
Peek around like a periscope
Through this glass of gin and hope
[Chorus]
I got those periscope blues
Seeing everything
Touching nothing at all
In this sad triumvirate
Me
My shadow
And the wall
Yeah these periscope blues
Show me every door I can’t walk through
I’m a sly little queen in a paper crown
Laughing while I’m sinking down
[Verse 2]
Three queens at the corner bar
Past
Present
Future scars
We make a crooked cabinet
Sweet and mean
A triumvirate
[Chorus]
I got those periscope blues
Seeing everything
Touching nothing at all
In this sad triumvirate
Me
My shadow
And the wall
Yeah these periscope blues
Show me every door I can’t walk through
I’m a sly little queen in a paper crown
Laughing while I’m sinking down
[Bridge]
I joke
I jive
I dodge the truth (oh)
But the joke runs out of room
Peek once more above the waves
Then I dive back in my gloom
[Chorus]
I got those periscope blues
Seeing everything
Touching nothing at all
In this hard triumvirate
Me
My shadow
And the wall
Yeah these periscope blues
Paint the whole bad sky in navy and bruise
I’m a sly little queen in a paper crown
Laughing while I’m sinking down

Dusty electric blues trio; female vocals soaked in plate reverb, lazy swing groove and brushed snare. Verse sits low and sly, bass walking in half-shadow; chorus lifts with bent guitar notes and stacked call-and-response harmonies. Subtle organ pad swells in the bridge, ending on a held vocal run over a hanging IV chord., blues