Little Feat (well, a Little Feat clone, anyhoo), yet again...
This version of the tune doesn't have Lowell George in it but it's close enough. The lyrics kinda-sorta resonate on this cloudy, humid, and overcast day, with impending t-storms in the picture. To wit:
It's a mercenary territory
I wish you knew the story
I've been out here so long dreamin up songs
I'm temporarily calmed, yes, and sinking
I did my time in that rodeo
It's been so long and I've got nothing to show
Well I'm so plain loco
Fool that I am I'd do it all over again
Is it love keeps you waiting so long
Makes you say I'll see you around
The forces that be, they just don't see
While your nights turn into my mornings
Is it the style?
Is it the lies?
Is it the days into nights
Or the "I'm sorrys" into fights
This version of the tune is almost as good as the original and benefits from the added female vocalist. Ol' Lowell was cool, indeed, but this chick adds a "certain sumthin'" to the song that was previously lacking. If you're a Little Feat fan you'll know where I'm comin' from.
Just for the record: this tune ain't part of my mean-spirited Happy Hour selections. But it could be, if'n ya want it to be. We post, you decide.
In other news... We got up relatively early this morning and hit the streets to do our semi-monthly run out to the Cannon Airplane Patch commissary and Class VI store. We returned to El Casa Móvil De Pennington around 1100 hrs with a full complement of groceries and replenished beer stock. The highlight of my day was when the clerk at the Class VI store smiled and said "I like your shirt" (she was cute; picture of the shirt here); the rest of the day has been pretty much downhill from there.
But hey! Happy Hour has been excellent, so far. Good beer, better music, and a fine cigar... or two. That's as good as it gets these days.