News of the World
Granville Automatic
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Ike Johnson was the showman bartender at the bar in the basement of the Southern Turf building on Printer’s Alley (now Skull’s Rainbow Room) in what was then known as the Gentlemen’s Quarter. A bachelor, he lived alone on the third floor. He made sure all of the poor boys selling papers had shoes during the cold winter, he carried drunkards to a bed, he literally “held the curtains” for Congressmen while prostitutes serviced them, and he kept many secrets for Belle Meade businessmen who gambled away thousands of dollars. Just before Prohibition, the building was purchased by the Nashville Banner newspaper. Ike was asked to leave. The paper’s editor visited him late one night in February 1916, the day before the paper was to move in. Ike said, “This life I’ve led, it’s not one to be remembered.” He was found in his apartment the next morning, dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The paper ran a beautiful full-page obituary that week, despite Ike’s wishes to disappear into anonymity. Highballs and cocktails would not be officially legal in Nashville again until 1967. I counted the church spires from the third floor on the corner there’s a little boy he’s holding the News of the World I held the curtains for some Congressman he said your whiskey’s fine but your women no they don’t understand I held you close until the moon sank far behind that dirty river that dirty railroad line and when the ink settles on the light of day I’ll be just another poet waiting for just another thing to say I got a pistol from a gypsy she said she loved it like her silver rings told me lies I’ll never see I got a Bible and this cigarette one taught me I should hold on tight one taught me to forget how I held you close through the alley up the stairs those dirty hotel walls all those dirty stares and when you say you’ve got to runaway I’ll be just another poet waiting for just another thing to say Ain’t no city for angels and I pray now how to leave now how to walk away away it’s kind of like a ghost town with a good sound no good found until you ride away away I counted on fortunes made in a good war I took my chances on the lost souls yeah I know what they come here for made up stories just to please them said the whiskey’s good enough for waking up above the Cumberland I held you close on some February night you said what’s wrong is wrong until you know it’s right and when the ink settles on an empty page well I’m just another poet waiting for just another thing to say Ain’t no city for angels and I pray now how to leave now how to walk away away it’s kind of like a ghost town with a good sound no good found until you ride away away
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Written by: Elizabeth Elkins, Vanessa Olivarez
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