He could-a been in Casablanca,
he stood in line out there all day
Now he’s spilling whiskey and learning songs
about the one that got away
– sami, The One That Got Away.
Day: 26. janúar, 2007
It's Friday and there's no place to go
Hoist up a few tall cool ones,
play some pool and listen
to that tenor saxophone,
calling me home.
And I can hear the band begin
„When the Saints Go Marchin’ In“.
By the whiskers on my chin,
New Orleans, I’ll be there!
–Tom Waits, Wish I was in New Orleans.