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Friday, September 28
Osos Lose a Heartbreaker
Looking to avenge a 19-1 loss earlier this season, LOS OSOS took the field to face COMMONWEALTH. The whole avenging the loss issue was dealt a harsh blow as COMMONWEALTH put up a snowman in the first frame. These guys could hit as the BEARS outfielders consistently played the warning track and that wasn't deep enough as at least 6-7 Kemp offerings left the yard. Our defense didn't help either, as errors were plentiful - outside of a few stellar plays by Jesse the sub at the hot corner. Our offense hit a whopping .360 for this game but we hit the ball hard all night. Case in point - late in the game, Short hits a rope down the first base line. There's absolutely no way the first baseman has a shot at this ball. The ball hits first base, shoots straight up in the air where the pitcher snags it and wins the race to the bag. That play perfectly summarizes our hitting last night. Final score in game one was 17-6 COMMONWEALTH. Ramsey led the way for the BEAR as he was a homerun away from the cycle. No other OSOS player finished with more than one hit.
Looking to avenge a 30-11 loss earlier this season, LOS OSOS waited patiently for HAZELWOODS to show up but these giant douchebags bailed, obviously intimidated by our effort in game one.
My MP3 player was dishing out completely unmotivating songs this morning….or maybe it's the project I'm tackling but nothing was inspiring what-so-ever. Then I heard "Bit Part" by The Lemonheads. I like the song but not much as far as the kick in the ass I needed this morning. The next song was Ben Kweller covering, you guessed it, a Lemonheads song, "Drug Buddy". Then that hat trick, "It's About Time" by E. Dando and company played. I finally gave in , said fuck it, and chose this as my morning motivation:
I want a bit part in your life, A walk-on would be fine. I just want a bit part in your life, (a bit part in your life).
I want a bit part in your life, Rehearsing all the time. I just want a bit part in your life, (a bit part in your life).
Little more than a cameo Nothing traumatic when I go Litle more than a stand-in, I wont need reprimanding.
These movies are the Cannonball Run's of our era. Stupid and self-indulgent but semi-entertaining. Best enjoyed with massive quantities of your addiction of choice. For real reviews, check out:http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/oceans_twelve/
This movie (on loan from the Library) sat idle on my shelf for the past month. I finally watched it last night and was floored. I kind of walked away with that same smirk I had when I saw HEAVY METAL for the first time. The artwork was a little distracting at first but soon I was drawn into this paranoid world.
If you wouldn't mind, I would like it blew And If you wouldn't care, I would like it loose And If you wouldn't mind, I would like to leave And If you wouldn't care, I would like to breathe
Is there another reason for your stain? Could you believe who we knew was stress and strain? Here is another word that rhymes with shame!
If you wouldn't mind, I would like it blew And If you wouldn't mind, I would like it loose And If you wouldn't care, I would like to leave And If you wouldn't mind, I would like to breathe
(x2) Is there another reason for your stain? Could you believe who we knew was stress and strain? Here is another word that rhymes with shame!
You could be so energy Electricity You could be lightening You could be anything A masterpiece A revolutionary You can see what you want to see Can you let it be? Learn or teach
I'm only halfway to everywhere
I'm thinking positivety Positively This is possible They can say right or wrong Never hear this song Or look you in the eye I'm getting rid of negativity Lose the loss in me Call it equality Good luck is a frame of mind Call it humankind And say it's destiny
When I first wanted I never ever was... naw When I first wanted I never ever thought twice
When I first wanted, When I first wanted... When I first wanted, When I first wanted.. When I first wanted I never ever was.. naw When I first wanted I never ever thought twice..
When I first wanted, When I first wanted.. When I first wanted, When I first wanted...
Weeee are runnin on down.. We're..Ohhh ahh ahh ahhh.. Here, here is where its running... We're Ohh ah ah ahhh YEAH!
When I first wanted I never ever was... naw When I first wanted I never ever thought twice
When I first wanted, When I first wanted... When I first wanted, When I first wanted.. When I first wanted I never ever was.. naw When I first wanted I never ever thought twice..
When I first wanted, When I first wanted.. When I first wanted, When I first wanted...
Weeee are runnin on down.. We're..Ohhh ahh ahh ahhh.. Here, here is where its running... We're Ohh ah ah ahhh YEAH! YEAH!
I heard a ton of good things about this film so I was fully anticipating a disappointment. I didn't get one - this is a really good movie - one of the better boxing films out there (but not in the Raging Bull team photo). The only beef (get it Rocky likes to beat the meat) I had was - why the fuck did we wear the Chuck Taylor's after all these years? Those fucking shoes are shit for running. Also, it seemed that Rocky shared the same doctor as Rick Ankiel - a little HGH does the body good - pass it on!
Polly wants a cracker I think I should get off her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch
It isn't me Haven't seen Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride don't hurt yourself I want some help To please myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help help myself
Polly wants a cracker Maybe she would like some food She asks me to untie her A chase would be nice for a few
It isn't me Haven't seen Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help help myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help beat myself
Polly said
Polly says her back hurts And she's just as bored as me She caught me off my guard It amazes me, the will of instinct
It isn't me have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help beat myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help beat myself
No work today but I did have to drop my kids off at their various schools. Thank goodness this came on after my drop-offs were done. I can't here this song without my inner gansta comin' out. I felt like pimping my jeep but instead I went back to my crib to chill the fuck out and work on my house remodel. If you're not a fan of Ben Folds, you should be!!!
Bitches ain't shit, bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Lets get the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run... I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tighter than a mutharfuckin' gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets
Peep that shit, got deep and it was on Number one song after number one song Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two And the ends that she got meant nothin' Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitches can't hang with the streets She found herself short Now she's takin' me to court That's some real conversation for your ass
I once had a bitch named Mandy May Used to be up in them guts like everyday The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back in the muthafuckin' county jail Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues I ain't been out a second Now I already gotta do Some muthafuckin chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock Kick in the door, I look on the floor It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe I uncocked my shit... I'm heart-broke but I'm still locked Man, fuck that bitch! ...3,...4,...
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Gets the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run... I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tighter than a mutharfuckin' gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets
Peep that shit got deep and it was on Number one song after number one song Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two And the ends that she got meant nothin' Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitches can't hang with the streets She found herself short So now she's takin' me to court That's some real conversation for your ass Bitches can't hang with the streets Bitches can't hang with the streets Bitches can't hang with the streets Bitches can't hang with the streets
Take a step outside yourself And turn around Take a look at who you are It's pretty scary
So silly It is revolting You're not much If you are anything
Take a step outside the city And turn around Take a look at what you are It is revolting You're really nowhere
So wasteful So foolish Poppycock
Who said don't look back Don't believe 'em Go for that crazy sounding restaurant 'Cause they're gonna try and get behind you Don't you let them do it You know what i'm talking about? You hear me talking? You hear me talking?!
It's pretty scary, totally, it's so revolting (x3)
Take a step outside the country And you turn around Take a look at what you are It's pretty scary
Like most people, the morning commute can be a major bitch for me. Driving, while un-caffeinated is not only a pain in the ass....but dangerous. Fortunately, my handy-dandy MP3 player keeps me company. Each morning, I look for that one song that makes me smirk....or provides some glint of inspiration. This was a tough call with Bowie and Young Fresh Fellows gracing the Jeep's blown-out speakers. Then this talking blues song crackled on and made the grade. Speaking of which, I've been wanting to compile a mix of great talking blues songs but I'm not sure my meager collection can fill 79 minutes of plastic. Looking for titles of more songs in this genre - any help would be appreciated. Here's today's entry by Dan Bern:
Talkin' Al Kida Blues
It was a beautiful day in New York town Folks jogging, biking, walking 'round When a couple of airplanes came around Hit the big towers, knocked 'em down Worst disaster on US soil ever! Course, there's the Indians, a few million slaves...Enron...Anyway, it was worse than Pearl Harbor!
President W. was flying around Far away from New York town When finally he came on TV, He said Why do they hate us? Cause we're free. Free to round up dark-skinned bearded guys….Free to detain anyone who might have ties to Osama...Al Qaida...Somewhere in Cleveland there's some guy named Al Kida - K - I - D - A... He's freaking out!
Congress quickly rang the bell And tried to fight those terrorist cells With laws designed to never let Our country fall to a terrorist threat Anyone who knows anyone who knows anyone who knows anyone who knows anyone who knows anyone who might be a terrorist - is a terrorist!
There's terrorists using your email name Sitting next to you at the ballgame Terrorists hiding in your bed Terrorists borrowing your head Never seen so many terrorists….I had to turn in my own Mom….you know what they say...unpaid parking tickets aids terrorists
There's laws for this and laws for that To keep those terrorists under wraps Some folks disagree with these And talk of civil liberties But it's like the Attorney General says...If in times like these you can talk about individual freedom...you're probably a terrorist
If you're planning air travel soon You might want to think about a weather balloon Nothing gets past those X-Ray Peekers And don't carry nothing in your sneakers Sorry for all the delays...if you want to get there so dang fast you oughta take the train... "I have never been so insulted"... "Shut up, Dale."
Well India and Pakistan Are thinking of trading nuclear bombs Israel and the PLO - Suicide's the way to go Meanwhile the lessons of 9-1-1 are clear... Let's blow up the Middle East...Smoking marijuana aids terrorists...Cuba's our enemy unless we need a prison camp...John Walker Lindh could be your kid unless we get an economic stimulus package... And let's get that guy in Cleveland - AL KIDA!
Even though this took me four days to get through (my fucking back medication, aka Soma, makes me is not condusive to 140 minute movies) - It was well worth it. I had to fly solo on this as my awesome wife can't cope with war flicks or subtitles (throw in a sports theme and she'd have the hat trick). Speaking of sports, my softball team split our doubeheader tonight. I played for shit but will post a full game wrap when time permits. Back to the movie, I loved seeing this film from the eyes of the doomed Japanese troops. Kind of makes you think - but I'm too fucking tired to think....or write any more. For a real review of this go to: http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/letters_from_iwo_jima/
Like most people, the morning commute can be a major bitch for me. Driving, while un-caffeinated is not only a pain in the ass....but dangerous. Fortunately, my handy-dandy MP3 player keeps me company. Each morning, I look for that one song that makes me smirk....or provides some glint of inspiration. Here's today's entry by The Cramps. I've been a huge Cramps fan since the early 80's but have only seen them once at the House of Blues in Chicago. This was an amazing and loud show where Lux ended the show as he came into this world (which I didn't need to see). Anyway, here you go:
I love your ass For better or worse I love your nasty way you curse When you sit down It's wild how you sit Grind your heel in the ground ..The groovy way you spit
Ooohh you look good Ooohh you smell good Ooohh you taste good Like a bad girl should
When I need love I love how you feel When I need dough, I love how you steal I love your sick Way you think The way your perfume Makes you stink
Ooohh you look good Ooohh you smell good Ooohh you taste good Like a bad girl should
I love your boots Your fancy clothes Your boufant hair Your pantyhose I blow a gasket For your pink jellybean Your pic-nic basket splits my spleen
Ooohh you look good Ooohh you smell good Ooohh you taste good Like a bad girl should
This song keeps surfacing on my shuffle.....then it's stuck in my head all day.
By THE STROKES
I didn't take no shortcuts I spent the money that I saved up Oh Mama running out of luck But like my sister just don't give a fuck I want to steal your innocence To me my life it don't make sense Your strange manners, I love you so Why won't you wear your new trench coat?
I should have worked much harder I should have just not bothered I never show up on weekdays That's something that you learned yesterday Drive you to work so you'll be on time Your little problems, they're not yours they're mine Come on listen to what I say I've got some secrets that'll make you stay I just want to turn you down I just want to turn you around You ain't never had anything I wanted but I want it all, I just can't figure out Nothing
And all together it went well We made pretend we were best friends And then she said "Oh you're a freak" They ordered me to make mistakes Together again, like the beginning It all works somehow in the end The things we did, the things you hide But for the records it's all between you and I
I didn't take no shortcuts I spent the money that I saved up Oh Mama running out of luck But like my sister just dont give a fuck I want to steal your innocence To me my life it don't make any sense Your strange manners, I love you so Why won't you wear your new trench coat?
I just want to misbehave I just want to be your slave You ain't never had anything I wanted but I want it all, I just can't figure out Nothing
And all together it went well We made pretned we were best friends And then she said "Oh I can't wait" They ordered me to make mistakes Together again, like the beginning It all works somehow in the end The things we did, the things you hide But for the records it's all between you and I
Did anyone out there enjoy this film? I'm always up for a Tarantino impersonator....but please take something for the A.D.D. This movie was all over the place and after about 45 minutes, I didn't give a shit who was killed next - although kudos for putting Affleck out his misery so early on.
What's the season of love if you can't win anything What's the reason in love if a plan means anything What's the meaning in a crime, it's a plan if anything Where's the meaning in love, it's a brand, it's a brand How a culture comes again, it's a plan of yesterday And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway There's no need to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday You could #### upon the stage, they'll be fans
They'll be fans They'll be fans They'll be fans
All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly Steal a sound and imitate, uniform and equally Not an ode, just the facts, where our world is nowadays An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyways
I picked up this film, thinking it would be a trainwreck where I'd find laughs where they weren't intended. There were plenty of those (and my wife thankfully puts up with my laughing during these moments) but the movie wasn't that bad. Play close attention to Owen Wilson's stoned-appearance and tone in the extras. How the fuck can he see with his eyes squinting that much?
Seven less sorrows, seven more mistakes Seven things to borrow, seven more to take Seven times I've fallen, seven times I won Six times I've wondered, where was one more
Why did I sleep so late Lost my mind for seven days straight If I go for seven more Paint an eight on my door
Seven windows and seven doors Seven sisters and seven boys Seven poems, seven lines Same old story same old crime Why did I sleep so late Lost my mind for seven days straight If I go for seven more Paint an eight on my door
Why did I sleep so late Lost my mind for seven days straight If I go for seven more Paint an eight on my door
I've been lost in the headlights All night long Said I've felt taller, yes I heard the dealer's song
Say babe don't mark me absent I only missed out by a fraction Be the sun that bursts through my clouds It's hard enough just living on this ground
Say don't pretend to me I beg and I plead, your sunflower I need Thought nothing would surprise me I was wrong now I see Come on baby and just do me if you please
This made me reminiscing About the honey we made I feel warm in your blizzard And your flood I crave I won't abuse my anger I promise you no lecture
Come be the sun bursting through my clouds It's hard enough just living on the ground
Never a heaven an age old question Written from a cold place I feel sour I need a shower Or just a slap in the face Circumstance has left romance And a puzzle in front of me Who knows the ending, if the truth need bending A lie is the tool that you'll need
So I'm under a mountain Stuck to this mattress Perfume and valium
What makes a Sunday different from Monday Could be a look in her eyes In need of flattery she changes batteries So that her light will still shine The words she utters either flow or they stutter They're either silly or wise Anger with concern But never to yearn Only to be by your side
She should have stayed away from friends She should have had more time to spend She should have died when she was born She should haveworn the crown of thorns
She should have been a son She should have been a son She should have been a son She should have been a son
She should have stood out in a crowd She should have made her mother proud She should have fallen on her stance She sould have had another chance
(x2) She should have been a son She should have been a son She should have been a son She should have been a son
She should have stayed away from friends She should have had more time to spend She should have died when she was born She should have worn the crown of thorns
She should have been a son She should have been a son She should have been a son She should have been a son
This just goes to show you that a Fresh Prince who can solve a Rubik's Cube can overcome anything. I really didn't think I'd enjoy this but it wasn't nearly has sappy as the previews made it out to be - really a pretty good movie. Of course, the Soma prescribed for my ailing back may be altering my take on the whole shebang!
Inspired by Robyn Hitchcock's song "Gene Hackman" and the recent series conclusion of DEADWOOD, I picked up this flick. Amazing Western! I wish I hadn't waited so damn long to see this.
"Gene Hackman" by ROBYN HITCHCOCK
I'll have a warm bath I'll have a bottle of wine I'll put myself to bed And I'll feel just fine But don't talk to me about Gene Hackman
He's got an evil grin He's got curly hair And every time he smiles It means trouble somewhere So don't talk to me about Gene Hackman
He's in every film Sometimes wearing a towel And if it isn't him You get Andie MacDowell So don't talk to me about Gene Hackman
Don't talk to me at all Don't say hello You could be Gene himself for all I know
In Unforgiven He was totally mean But when he got his I really felt for Gene But don't talk to me about Gene Hackman
I'll have a cold shower I'll have a bottle of pop I'll get a dog named Laszlo From a Laszlo shop But don't talk to me about G-E-N-E-H-A-C-K-M-A-N Gene Hackman
I'll have a cold shower I'll have a bottle of juice And when I'll go outside I'll have a good excuse
I'm not like them But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think I'm just happy My heart is broke But I have some glue Help me inhale And mend it with you We'll float around And hang out on clouds Then we'll come down And have a hangover Have a hangover Skin the sun Fall asleep Wish away The soul is cheap Lesson learned Wish me luck Soothe the burn Wake me up I'm not like them But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb
With all the movies out there to watch, sometimes you forget to give a movie that second viewing. I finally picked up AMERICAN BEAUTY again and remember how great of a fucking movie this is. This should be watched at least once a year to put all the other bullshit into perspective.
Mayday every day, in my heart. Could've had a heart attack, in my heart. We don't know anything, in my heart. We all want something fair, in my heart. Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyy! [x3]
Out of town, out of sight, is my heart. Queen of lies, everyday, in my heart. My heart, one more on the phone, my heart. One more at the phone, at my heart Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyy! [x2]
I’m so happy ’cause today I’ve found my friends ... They’re in my head I’m so ugly, but that’s okay, ’cause so are you ... We’ve broken our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ... And I’m not scared Light my candles, in a daze ’cause I’ve found god Yeah (x6)
I’m so lonely but that’s okay, I shaved my head ... And I’m not sad And just maybe I’m to blame for all I’ve heard ... But I’m not sure I’m so excited, I can’t wait to meet you there ... But I don’t care I’m so horny, but that’s okay ... My will is good Yeah(x6)
(x2) I like it - I’m not gonna crack I miss you - I’m not gonna crack I love you - I’m not gonna crack I killed you - I’m not gonna crack
I’m so happy ’cause today I’ve found my friends ... They’re in my head I’m so ugly, but that’s okay, ’cause so are you ... We’ve broken our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday for all I care ... And I’m not scared Light my candles in a daze ... ’cause I’ve found god Yeah, yeah, yeah(x2)
(x2) I like it - I’m not gonna crack I miss you - I’m not gonna crack I love you - I’m not gonna crack I killed you - I’m not gonna crack
Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It's ok to eat fish 'Cause they don't have any feelings
Hey, ya wanna start a fire? One that will never go out? Burn a hole through the center of my mind Let all the bad thoughts out This is not a love affair This is something more complex Hey, ya wanna start a war? I'm tired of this old one And history is true And it goes round in circles Burn down the house, there's a devil in the closet And everything I say is true And I go round in circles I'll burn down the house, there's a devil in the closet Hey, ya wanna start a fire? One that will never go out? Burn a hole through the center of my mind Let all the bad thoughts out This is not a love affair This is something more complex Hey, ya wanna start a war? I'm tired of this old one
M. Night Shyamalamalan's peyote influenced snooze fest tells the story of how Richie Cunningham's daughter is saved by Pig Vomit and his rag-tag collection of misfit tenants. On the positive side, it does have dogs made out of grass and monkeys made out of trees, so if you are really, really baked right now, watch this flick.
When I look up to the sky I see your eyes A funny kind of yellow Rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning I'm still yawning I see your face looking through my window
Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you Alls I ever see is them and you
Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction now There your face is haunting me Your face just won't leave me alone
Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you Alls I ever see is them and you You're in the sky You're with the sky You make men cry You are, you're in the sky You're with the sky You make men cry
Why do lovers park down deserted lanes Near haunted houses or homes for the insane Like the deformed son who was locked in a shed Later escaped when he chopped off their heads
Why do axe murderers only attack When you're partially nude Or you're taking a bath Though there are times I feel softer then most Some days like yogurt And some days like toast
Sorority girls and fraternity boys Always deflowered if they're rich or they're spoiled So we never feel bad when Aunt Betty who's dead Surprises them lying on her wedding bed When we're making love now I feel so exposed Might you impale me or turn into those Creatures over in my mind Forget about the last five years
Back in the woods along a dirt track there is a house An old women on the porch with three dogs One of them blind Who knows what will happen Or what blind dogs see And I wish there was some place I really wanted to be I'm crossing over
Jody "High Life" Milleris on the clock for the September Compilation. Her last effort included her own artwork - solid. After that, the remaining 2007 schedule is as follows:
October - CC
November - Bert
December - Jones
As for the missing months, I received word fromLincoln Avenue Lisathat her August mix is stellar and near completion. Sevchik's March Madness is suffering from a difficult case of the OCD while I haven't heard fromEmmet andLove Pickleregarding their May and June mixes.
I enjoyed this more than the first. #3 should be waiting for me at the library. Now if Netflix can get their shit together and send me a playable DVD, I can continue with the Showtime series.
I'm alternating between heavy and light Between meaning and nonsense And having a drink I have counted all the lines on the road Between here and Los Angeles That pass straight below And I'm dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head 'Cause you move just like you're a train Not like a car, no, no, it would never be the same And the light from your eyes is like the light from a cake I was thinking of a cake To lift off this burden To lighten this weight One sweet little cake Dervishes run the head of a pin We are sleeping like angels And living like devils again And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break And reveal some small, irrelevant truth 'Cause we move like we are suspended in ether And the light from your eyes spills from the moon
He's got the Eye of Fatima on the wall of his room. Two bottles of tequila, three cats and a broom. He's got an 18-year-old angel and she's all dressed in black. He's got 15 kilos of cocaine tied up in a sack. And this here's a government experiment and we're driving like Hell. To get some cowboys some acid and to stay in motels. We're going to eat up some wide open spaces Like it was a cruise on the Nile. Take the hands off the clock, we're going to be here a while.
And I am the Eye of Fatima on the wall of the motel room. And cowboys on acid are like Egyptian cartoons. And no one ever conquered Wyoming from the left or from the right. But you can stay in motel rooms and stay up all night.
One step for boys, one step for girls, step away One step for you, one step for me, step away Don't take the third step, 'cuz that's just the sad lovers' waltz Don't take the third step, 'cuz that's just the sad lovers' waltz
One step for anger, one step for pain, step away One step for right, one step for wrong, step away Don't take the third step, 'cuz that's just a sad lover's waltz Don't take the third step, 'cuz that's just a sad lover's waltz
One step for boys, one step for girls, step away One step for you, one step for me, step away One more step makes three, and three steps a waltz Don't take the third step, cuz that's just a sad lover's waltz
