It'll be a slow show this upcoming Friday but that's okay, as long as we get paid to keep the food on the table for next two weeks.
What The Fuck Am I Talking About?
Yes, I'm well aware of the things I've said.
I even remember all the stuff
People claim I said but no,
I won't let it get in the middle of things.
Why?
That's just not how I do things.
If you were to read my instructional booklet,
Nothing of the sort would be found within
Those 59 pages...five of those are warranty.
But where was I?
Oh yeah,
Lately my mind has been filled with dreams,
Thoughts and ideas of you and I
Sitting at a table outside of a restaurant,
Ordering food, laughing, talking about the
Old times.
When we were young and dumb,
Not even a clue with what was goi......
That's too cliche, I'm starting over.
The Berkshires,
They're far from cliche.
I could picture something going on there
An untold love story
Or a ravage slasher film
That would laugh up a storm.
Heisting it up since 1988
So you know,
Driving with the top down
Isn't such a bad idea.
Making those long windy turns
While the sunrises
Maybe we can catch a movie
Maybe we can catch the show
But before we go and take off
On this venture to Vermont
Can we please
Switch out that tape in your car
Because I'm tired of listening to
The same old Frank Sinatra
Collection and your CDs of Guster
Seriously, if I have to hear Guster
One more time, I'll swirve the wheel
And shoot us right off the mountain.
It's Tom Waits' time to shine instead.
