Daily Archives: 26. janúar, 2007

It's Friday and there's no place to go [II] 2

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.

It's Friday and there's no place to go 0

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.