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Catalog: NM-00037

The Bosch and the Bargain

Giuseppe "The Slab" Pagano

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Liner Notes
[Intro]
(Sound of a cold wind, a distant hammer drill echoing)

[Verse 1]
I had my Bosch, it was German and true
A rotary hammer, the blue-collar blue
My apprentice, he vouched for some cousin from Guelph
Who said his brand was as good as the stuff on the shelf
He showed up with a box, all plastic and cheap
While my gut feeling told me my wallet should sleep
But he swore on his mother, that salesman from down south
That his anchor would hold 'til the world's end, no doubt

[Chorus]
Now I drive past the curling rink, slowin' each time
See the ledger board wanderin' out of its line
She's pullin' away from the block like a slow-motion wreck
That hammer drill's failure, a pain in my neck
It's a hundred-anchored ghost, a shame I can't bury
A testimony to a deal from Mississauga, which is scary

[Verse 2]
I can still feel the wobble, that off-center chuck
The bit walked a mile, got stuck in the muck
A cheap imitation, a hollowed-out shell
While the foreman was screamin', I was livin' in hell
The anchors spun loose in the holes they half-made
The chemical bond was a fast-fadin' shade
I stood there and watched it, my spirit pure cracked
My good name was bolted to somethin' that lacked

[Chorus]
Now I drive past the curling rink, slowin' each time
See the ledger board wanderin' out of its line
She's pullin' away from the block like a slow-motion wreck
That hammer drill's failure, a pain in my neck
It's a hundred-anchored ghost, a shame I can't bury
A testimony to a deal from Mississauga, which is scary

[Bridge]
My knee gives a twinge when the weather turns cold
Like that store-brand tool, my body's been sold
For a promise too slick on a telephone call
You can't build a life on a lie, no, no, not at all
Brenda asks me why I tighten my jaw
When we pass by the rink at the first sign of thaw
I just point to the bricks, to the crooked steel track
And I curse that smooth-talkin' brother-in-law, Jack

[Outro]
(Spoken, gravelly)
Stick with the Bosch. Three hunnerd dollars more, and a lifetime of sleep.
(Sustained, mournful pedal steel note fades over the sound of a ice resurfacer humming)
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