Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Come on Irene, notes from The Watt

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along
And who'd blame them?
Now you're grown, so grown
Now I must say more than ever


Go, toora loora toora loo-rye-aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
                                       -Dexy's Midnight Runners
COME ON IRENE (who's Eileen?)


Waves are a comin'...Finally!

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