tuesday variations

Pithicus helped me set up my blog last night and now I'm too dang busy to be deep, insightful, and/or give updates on the latest goings-on. It's like having a new toy I'm not allowed to play with.

So instead I will put the lyrics up that keep going over and over in my head nineteen minutes before I attempt to purchase tickets for Tom Waits... (i loathe ticket master.)

My wish is that all our Seattle friends will go broke buying Tom Waits tickets too so we'll all be able to stay up that monday night of the concert listening to his gravelly croonings.

"They hung a sign up in out town"if you live it up, you won'tlive it down"So, she left Monte Rio, sonJust like a bullet leaves a gunWith charcoal eyes and Monroe hipsShe went and took that California tripWell, the moon was gold, herHair like windShe said don't look back justCome on Jim(Chorus)Oh you got to Hold on, Hold onYou got to hold onTake my hand, I'm standing right hereYou gotta hold onWell, he gave her a dimestore watchAnd a ring made from a spoonEveryone is looking for someone to blameBut you share my bed, you share my nameWell, go ahead and call the copsYou don't meet nice girls in coffee shopsShe said baby, I still love youSometimes there's nothin left to doOh you got to Hold on, hold onYou got to hold onTake my hand, I'm standing right here, you got toJust hold on."