It’s Friday, and not just any Friday. It’s Frozen Friday!
Right now a goodly chunk of the nation is in the Deep Freeze, the chill fingers of which extend all the way into the Deep South. I know that when we Southerners gripe about the cold, Nawthen folk think to themselves, “Ahhh, what a bunch of wimps!” And they’d be right. But it’s not often that it gets cold enough here in Thin-Blood Country to stay at or below freezing during an entire day, so please indulge us.
While it may be cold outside, it’s plenty warm here indoors at Chez Elisson. A mug of hot cocoa and a few Choons, freshly belched outta the little white Choon-Box, and I’m set for the day. What’s playing today?
Right now a goodly chunk of the nation is in the Deep Freeze, the chill fingers of which extend all the way into the Deep South. I know that when we Southerners gripe about the cold, Nawthen folk think to themselves, “Ahhh, what a bunch of wimps!” And they’d be right. But it’s not often that it gets cold enough here in Thin-Blood Country to stay at or below freezing during an entire day, so please indulge us.
While it may be cold outside, it’s plenty warm here indoors at Chez Elisson. A mug of hot cocoa and a few Choons, freshly belched outta the little white Choon-Box, and I’m set for the day. What’s playing today?
- Hold On - Tom Waits
When people ask you (as they will inevitably do), “Why the hell do people even like Tom Waits? I mean, what’s with the gravelly voice and all of his weird shit?” just play this song for ’em. As far as I’m concerned, this is his magnum opus - everything else he’s ever recorded is Bonus Material.
They hung a sign up in our town
If you live it up, you won’t live it down
So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With her charcoal eyes and Monroe lips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
She said don’t look back, just come on, Jim
[Chorus]
Oh, you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You got to hold on
Well, he gave her a dime-store watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
When you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said, baby, I still love you
Sometimes there’s nothin’ left to do
Oh, but you got to
Hold on, hold on
Baby got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You got to hold on
Well, God bless your crooked little heart
St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Oh, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there’s nothing left to keep you here, when
You’re falling behind in this
Big blue world
Oh, you go to
Hold on, hold on
Baby got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside Motel,
It’s 10 below and falling
By a 99-cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it’s so hard to dance that way
When it’s cold and there’s no music
Well, your old hometown is so far away
But inside your head there’s a record
That’s playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on
Baby got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right there
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on, hold on
Baby got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right there
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on, hold on
Baby got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on, hold on
Baby got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on.
You got to hold on. - Suzanne - Randy Newman
- World In Changes - Dave Mason
- The Snake And The Moon - Dead Can Dance
- Great Expectations - Miles Davis
- Talking Bout My Baby - Fatboy Slim
- Make Peace - Brad Mehldau & Pat Metheny
- Baby, I Need Your Lovin’ - Four Tops
- I Want Love - Elton John
- Give A Little Bit - Supertramp
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