The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness
The ground is rich from tender care
Repay, do not forget, no, no
Oh, dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light

--Zeppelin, BoE. (Read FOTR! Write an album about it!)

Mandolins in my head, cinnamon under my tongue. Feels like a good beginning to a bad day.

*
You go to sit down at this table
And everything looks fine
Until you go to put your arms down
And you realize that one of the legs
Is a little too shy
So your bending over now with your
Folded up matchbook
Going to try to steady yourself
And then the waitress comes and
Puts your coffee down
You just spill it all over yourself

But if this is as hard as it gets
You've got a fighting chance

-- Melissa Ferrick, whose shows on Cape Cod I'm just barely missing. June-here-I-come.