marks the passing of time, as the night crawls on...
Insomnia sucks. Though it does allow a certain melancholy to float in, which invariably has my mind wander to some cool song or another, while trying not to think about all the crap that's keeping me awake in the first place. At the moment, it isn't so much a song, as it is bits and pieces of Tom Waits' Rain Dogs
Inside a broken clock, splashing the wine with all the rain dogs...
How about this couplet, from 9th and Hennepin
"And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
One for every year he's away, she said
Such a crumbling beauty, ah
There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix"
or a cry in your beer special...
"Tear the promise from my heart
Tear my heart today
You have found another
Oh baby, I must go away
So hang down your head for sorrow
Hang down your head for me
Hang down your head tomorrow
Hang down your head, Marie"
Silly Marie, should have stuck with the poet. At least he'd have a good quip when the money ran out.
Oh well, this weirdness has been brought to you by too little sleep, and too much in the skull. Back to bed, and try again.
Night night
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