Dandy of the Day:

December 31, 2009

Frankie and Johnny Were lovers, 
O Lordy how they could love 
They swore to be true to each other, 
As true as the stars above, 
He was her man, but he did her wrong. 

Johnny said I’ve got to leave you, 
but I won’t be very long 
Don’t you wait up for me honey, 
don’t worry while I’m gone, 
Cause I’m your man, I’ll never do you wrong. 

Ain’t gonna ask you no questions, 
ain’t gonna tell you no lies, 
Your Johnny man was here about an hour ago, 
with a gal named Nellie Bly, 
He is your man, but he’s a doin’ you wrong 

Now Frankie’s dad was a Policeman, 
and he owned a forty four, 
Frankie went home and got that gun, 
from her father’s dresser drawer, 
She loved her man, but he’s a doin her wrong 

Frankie came lookin’ for Johnny, 
But she wasn’t looking for fun 
For in her sweet and loving hand 
She was totin’ a 44 gun 
To shoot her man if he was doin’ her wrong 

Well, Frankie walked into the bar room 
And right there in front of her eyes 
There was her lyin’ Johnny 
Making love to that Nellie Bly 
he was her man, she caught him doing her wrong. 

Roll out your rubber tired hearse boys, 
Roll out your rubber tired hack, 
There’s 11 men goin’ to the grave yard today, 
and there’s only ten a coming back, 
He was her man, but he did her wrong! 

Frankie and Johnny Were lovers, 
O Lordy how they could love 
They swore to be true to each other, 
As true as the stars above, 
He was her man, but he did her wrong. 
Well this is the end of the story, 
Well this is the end of my song 
The story might be true or the story might be false 
But you listened to this song, 
He was her man, but he done her wrong 

Young men listen to this story, 
young men listen to this song, 
If you love a little gal, and you tell her so, 
You’d better never do her wrong, 
You know the song, so never do her wrong. 
Never do her wrong.

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warschauer every morning

December 28, 2009

we rebuild warschauer every morning. because at night it comes crashing down on you with streetcars and sirens sounding. a noise like you were being trampled by horses. the pigeons ruffle their feathers and you think: the rough wings of hussars.  come up against tanks on horseback.

 

but warschauer is glorious in the morning. victorious despite dilluded judgement of oldworld men with reins in their hands, the rain of fire and the rein of fools.

 

i will get up every morning in warschauer and convince you this is true. i will drag you awake with me and we’ll go to the store together. we’ll walk in the park. the winter sun will do us so much good. and we’ll laugh heartily at our nightmares. the night in warschauer won’t scare us so bad if we have mornings to look forward to.

 

when mornings are bright, the sun dives straight for your eyes. opening your face up to some kind of soul healing, eyes squinting. today is overcast.

stag of the hour:

December 28, 2009

this is truly how i feel:

December 28, 2009

IVAN GENERALIĆ: Jelen u šumi, 1956

Je manque Warszawa.

December 9, 2009

My bed is full.

December 5, 2009

You are welcome here, babies. Anytime.