The Perfect Gig
Bill Hicks Lyrics


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I was lookin' for a bar, just like Diogenes,
Full of drunks, but not just any drunks, you understand:
Philosopher drunks, and poet drunks--drunks trained by hand--
And beautiful women, they'd be perfectly drunk, too,
Reclining against an upholstered rail with absolutely nothing else to do.

(chorus)All these folks would be there, all the live-long day,
And when I'd get good and warmed up, I'd come in and play.
I'd sing all of my songs for them, each and every one,
The sad ones and the happy ones, the songs without a name,
And joy would fill the air like fizz, in a good champagne.

The poets would all come up to me, when I was done,
They'd shake my hand and clap my back, we'd have some fun.
The philosopher drunks'd smile knowingly, and tilt their glasses at me too--
Too shy to clap, at least they wouldn't run.
They'd tidy up their tables, and calculate the coming of the sun.
(chorus)

And all the beautiful women--they'd line up at the door,
And carry my guitars out to my car, one by one by one,
And kiss my lips goodnight, Just like my mother did away back then,
When I was very young.

I just couldn't end it there--I'd have to take them home,
And one would quote Spinoza, and the other Des-car-tes,
And from the back a soft sweet voice would whisper Sophocles,




And in the morning there'd be coffee, on the patio, for four--
And I'd never ever go a gigging anymore!

Overall Meaning

In Bill Hicks's song, "The Perfect Gig," he paints a vivid picture of his ideal venue, filled with philosopher drunks, poet drunks and beautiful women, all perfectly drunk. These individuals would be lounging, enjoying the atmosphere and waiting for Hicks to begin playing his music, singing all of his songs for them. The joy that fills the air would be compared to the effervescence of good champagne.


At the end of his set, the philosopher drunks would shake his hand and clap his back, while the poets would offer their congratulations. The beautiful women would line up at the door to carry his guitars out to his car, kissing him goodnight just like his mother did when he was a child. Hicks would even take some of them home, where they would discuss philosophical concepts and sip coffee on the patio in the morning.


Overall, the song is a utopian vision of what the perfect gig would be like for Bill Hicks. It reflects his desire to connect with people on a deeper level, to share his music and engage in meaningful conversations with others who appreciate philosophy and the art of poetry.


Line by Line Meaning

I was lookin' for a bar, just like Diogenes,
I was searching for a bar filled with intellectuals and interesting people


Full of drunks, but not just any drunks, you understand:
The people at this bar are heavy drinkers, but not stereotypical ones


Philosopher drunks, and poet drunks--drunks trained by hand--
The patrons of this bar are not only heavy drinkers, but ones with distinct interests and talents


And beautiful women, they'd be perfectly drunk, too,
Even the women at this bar are interesting and adorned with a certain mystique


Reclining against an upholstered rail with absolutely nothing else to do.
These women are relaxed and have nothing on their minds besides enjoying the atmosphere


(chorus)All these folks would be there, all the live-long day,
The bar would be a constant hub of activity and the diverse characters would always be present


And when I'd get good and warmed up, I'd come in and play.
When I'm ready, I'll perform for these people who understand and appreciate me


I'd sing all of my songs for them, each and every one,
I'd share my entire repertoire with this audience


The sad ones and the happy ones, the songs without a name,
I'll perform all types of songs, including ones that are emotional and those that don't have a title


And joy would fill the air like fizz, in a good champagne.
The energy in the bar would be positive and uplifting


The poets would all come up to me, when I was done,
The other artists in attendance would show their appreciation for my performance


They'd shake my hand and clap my back, we'd have some fun.
They would congratulate me on a great show and have a good time with me after


The philosopher drunks'd smile knowingly, and tilt their glasses at me too--
The intellectuals in attendance would show their approval in their own way


Too shy to clap, at least they wouldn't run.
They may not be as outwardly enthusiastic as others, but they aren't going anywhere


They'd tidy up their tables, and calculate the coming of the sun.
After my performance, they would go about their routines and ruminate on life's big questions


(chorus)
Reiterating the presence and acceptance of the diverse crowd


And all the beautiful women--they'd line up at the door,
The women in attendance were beautiful and intrigued by me


And carry my guitars out to my car, one by one by one,
The women would help me with my equipment and show their kindness towards me


And kiss my lips goodnight, Just like my mother did away back then,
The women would show their affection towards me in a motherly way


When I was very young.
Recalling a time when affection was pure and innocent


I just couldn't end it there--I'd have to take them home,
I would feel compelled to take these women home with me


And one would quote Spinoza, and the other Des-car-tes,
This experience would be intellectually stimulating as well as sensual


And from the back a soft sweet voice would whisper Sophocles,
Even the quiet moments were filled with literary references and romantic undertones


And in the morning there'd be coffee, on the patio, for four--
The next morning would be peaceful and sociable, with four people enjoying each other's company


And I'd never ever go a gigging anymore!
I would be content to just stay in this perfect bar with its perfect patrons forever




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