Let's put a new coat of paint on this lonesome ol' town.
Set 'em up we'll be knockin 'em down.
You wear adress baby,I'll wear a tie.
We'll laugh at that ol' bloodshot moon
In that burgundy sky(TOM WAITS).
========================= ■memories Sometimes,I become a robot. But ,I can begin to spin the mind again. Because there are your memories. And I have only to sing tomorrow's song.