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Wed, Nov. 28th, 2007 04:09 pm
"wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did..."

Firstly, if you did not sign up for the gift exchange and would like to do so, check my previous post.

Like usual, I was hungry for sushi last night. After a short inventory check, I realized I had everything I needed to make sweet potato tempura maki rolls. I thought, "Well, I'm going to be by myself tonight so maybe I'll just make two or three rolls. So somehow I made way too much sweet potato tempura. Z got back from work right as I was done tempura-ing (is that a verb?) the sweet potatoes and then Jenny T. called and I hadn't talked to her about Laini yet and she said she was sorry; that she has been through it; is still going through it, and that if I ever wanted to talk about it, to call her. We hung up and I just lost it. I am really feeling a huge emptiness sitting there, just knowing that she's not out there somewhere posting hot pictures of Jake Gyllenhaal or dressing Kylie up in a funny shirt, or making a list of songs that have hand claps in them. Even though it hits me every day, somehow I feel like the worst is yet to come. I am feeling really lonely, even though some of it is self-imposed because of being engrossed in craft projects. I ended up with 10 maki rolls. I don't know what happened. I had all this drive to do more crafting, but I couldn't stop making sushi! I made too much rice and way too many tempura sweet potatoes, so I just kept making rolls. Then I realized that there was no one around but me to eat them, so I texted everyone in the 'hood (and some not) asking them to come eat. Luckily Z brought his friend Dave home with him and they finished off a bunch of them, but I ended up stuffing myself since sushi is not good the day after, even a couple hours after it's made.

Since I don't own any of his cds and just listen to Tom Waits when Z listens to him, I have a couple favorite songs. My boo has never told me that my favorite Tom Waits song is actually not called Waltzing Matilda, but rather Tom Traubert's Blues. I just looked up the lyrics because this guy who sings down in the Monroe blue line station just has the most gorgeous voice and he sang it last night. I may have mentioned it here, but he covered "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" about a month ago and I started weeping. His voice is so soulful and he's a great guitar player. He has a cd for sale for $5 and every time I have seen him (maybe 4 times now) I either have too few dollars or zero dollars.

Tom Traubert's Blues (Tom Waits 1976)

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
Got what I paid for now
See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you?
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English and everything's broken
And my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger
Your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinaman and the cold-blooded signs
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows
Go, waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

No, I don't want your sympathy
The fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go, waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

And you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailor
And the old men in wheelchairs know
That Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on
An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers
The night watchman flame keepers and goodnight to Matilda too

Current Location: work
Current Mood: sigh
Current Music: sigh


Wed, Nov. 28th, 2007 10:29 pm (UTC)

I think about her every single day, and I have no idea if or when it will stop. I doubt it will any time soon.

sea swimming girl
Wed, Nov. 28th, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)

i'm doing the same thing -- every day i think of so many things about her that i miss and i wonder if it will ever feel better. when you posted the poem the other day, i just lost it.

Thu, Nov. 29th, 2007 04:47 am (UTC)

I love that song too... I want to be a bigger Tom Waits fan... I went to see him here with my parents last summer and it was amazing!

she speaks in song lyrics
Thu, Nov. 29th, 2007 05:43 am (UTC)

we were at that show about the 6th row. we were even in front of john c. reilly (sp?). it was pretty amazing. :) well, if you want schoolin', zachary can school you in tom waits!

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Thu, Nov. 29th, 2007 01:25 pm (UTC)

tom waits just has *that* voice.


Thu, Nov. 29th, 2007 05:40 pm (UTC)

tom and i have the EXACT same voice.