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Thursday, July 14, 2005

TOO HOT TO HANDLE

A decent enough track by UFO, but I'm on about sandwiches again. A freind, and reader, suggested I blog about hot sandwiches. Yes, I thought, hot sandwiches! But the problem is, it's too damn hot to eat hot sandwiches. In fact, here in dog/housesitting HQ, it is Hotter Than Hell, which is a decent enough song by Kiss, but it's another song by Kiss that I'm dreaming of right now in this sweatbox on the 6th floor of a 6 floor walk up, where I lie awake at night sweating in a loft bed that places me in the top three feet of the building, where the heat gathers like trapped snakes coiling around your body, squeezing your very breath away, and that song is Cold Gin.

"It's time to leave and get another quart
Around the corner at the liquor store
Haha, the cheapest stuff is all I need
To get me back on my feet again

Ooh, it's cold gin time again
You know it'll always win
It's cold gin time again
You know it's the only thing
That keeps us together, ow"

I dig the 'ow' at the end. That's cute.

So, Mike, great idea about the hot sandwiches, but as you can probably tell, it'll have to wait a bit.

Comments:
I just had a hot fish sandwich that had a vinegar based sauce. A friend was telling me the sauce reminded him of london "fish n chips" stands.

So I called this hot sandwich,

THE LIGHTS OUT IN LONDON too bad I didn't have any Cold Gin to chase it down with.

I was so hungry for a sandwich earlier in the week when you did the Zeavon Post, but that day we went for sushi...

I had the closest thing you can get to a sandwich at a sushi bar, The cruchy roll... It's kind of like a fried, round, rice sandwich... OK, IT'S NOT LIKE A SANDWICH AT ALL.

Keep up the good work.
 
I like crunchy sushi, nothing like crispy tentacles and antennea..



'Wind blows back and the batons charging
It winds all the way
Right to the butt of my gun
Maybe now your time has come

From the back streets there's a rumblin'

Smell of anarchy
No more nice time, black boy shoe shines
Pie in the sky dreams

Lights out, lights out in London sandwich
Hold 'em tight 'til the end
Better now you know we'll never
Wait 'til tomorrow
Lights out, lights out in London sandwich
Hold 'em tight 'til the end
God knows when I'm comin' on run'

Some fairly badass lyrics that apparentlt I had all wrong lo these many years....
 
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