So malcs, howabout sending her some music? Come on bananafish, empty those closets and fill our hearts! will On Tue, 7 Jul 1998, Malcolm Lawrence wrote: > Oh hell, > > what a horrible thing to come back and find. I've been away for a bit. > Lesley, I hope the other bananas in this bunch have said as much to you, > but when I was listening to this just now I thought of you. And there's > nothing else like having Tom Waits and Keith Richards remind you of what > your troubles really boil down to in the middle of the week. > > Godspeed backatcha, Lesley. Babel is there for you. > > Love and supplies, > Malcs > > ----------------------------- > > That Feel > > (Keith Richards/Tom Waits) > > Well there's one thing you can't lose > It's that feel > Your pants, your shirt, your shoes > But not that feel > You can throw it out in the rain > You can whip it like a dog > You can chop it down like an old dead tree > You can always see it > When you're coming into town > Once you hang it on the wall > You can never take it down > > But there's one thing you can't lose > And it's that feel > You can pawn your watch and chain > But not that feel > It always comes and finds you > It will always hear you cry > I cross my wooden leg > And I swear on my glass eye > It will never leave you high and dry > Never leave you loose > It's harder to get rid of than tattoos > > But there's one thing you can't lose > Is that feel > You can throw it off a bridge > You can lose it in a fire > You can leave it at the altar > But it will make you out a liar > You can fall down in the street > You can leave it in the lurch > Well you say that it's gospel > But I know that it's only church > > And there's one thing you can't lose > And it's that feel > It's that feel > >