the afternoon goes on forever like some drunken bum ‘Til the sun finally drowns ‘neath the bridge and night has begun

 Been listening to some old vinyl like peter case who is underrated and almost unknown first saw him at green belt around 1987 
yeah that long ago ....

The Man With the Blue Post-Modern Fragmented Neo-Traditionalist Guitar,....WELL WHAT CAN YOU SAY WITH AN ALBUM TITLE LIKE THAT
. . .`Entella ` Hotel . .
‘Til the sun finally drowns ‘neath the bridge and night has begun
Down by the bay, the ships horns are blasting the fog
And we stumble and mutter, run through the gutter like dogs
We’ve one card to play, we’re dying to play it each night

In the back of a place called The Garden of Earthly Delights`. .

`Entella hotel` about those on the other side of the tracks is perhaps my favourite it very American and type of country, but clever ,funny ,true emotions.
Suppose it also singing about people who,` do not belong` on the correct side of society streets. How they live ,grow, face heartache. 
That grabs me ,draws myself in,tells tales not `untold or unknown` to me. or my environment.