i have never actually known if the expression was "buck naked" or "butt naked" admittedly, neither make much sense and one doesn't see it often in print, but last night i really strained my ears at the chorus and i am pretty sure the singer was saying " butt naked" so that's what i am going with.
i went with my neighbors Marianne, Coco and Kelsi Ray to the Hollywood Grill, a local Oregon Hill sort of honky tonk, named for Hollywood Cemetery and not Hollywood Hollywood, the cemetery being named for actual hollies...you know...the trees. they were trying to cheer me up and it worked.
There was a band of fat men playing electric guitars. they had things like roses tattooed on their hands and guitar straps with skulls and lightening bolts. They played some pretty good original compositions and a little Skynnard, but the best by-far went:
I'm waking
and I'm baking
with a butt naked angel
how could so much, of something so fine, be all mine?
in case there were a few of you left unconvinced about paying me a visit after all of that Virginia history, i am betting this pretty much wins you over.
i went with my neighbors Marianne, Coco and Kelsi Ray to the Hollywood Grill, a local Oregon Hill sort of honky tonk, named for Hollywood Cemetery and not Hollywood Hollywood, the cemetery being named for actual hollies...you know...the trees. they were trying to cheer me up and it worked.
There was a band of fat men playing electric guitars. they had things like roses tattooed on their hands and guitar straps with skulls and lightening bolts. They played some pretty good original compositions and a little Skynnard, but the best by-far went:
I'm waking
and I'm baking
with a butt naked angel
how could so much, of something so fine, be all mine?
in case there were a few of you left unconvinced about paying me a visit after all of that Virginia history, i am betting this pretty much wins you over.
4 comments:
I just saw a showing of Roman Holiday in the Hollywood Cemetery, what a coincidence.
-Brian
You are HILARIOUS... Ohhh, babylove, welcome to the South, right?! Err... no, I have found it's actually just "welcome to the country!"
I like that you remembered the lines.
Jolly good stuff, by golly, said Hawley.
Holly Trees. I should tell people I was named after a rare Hawaiin plant in the smallest of isles, that only blooms partially for 3/4 of the year and then BURSTS into full bloom in January. Or something. It's more interesting than "Nope. It's a family name."
Anyways, I am waiting on the Boss man and dreadfully bored, breaking proticol by blogging. Eeps.
BUT... I love reading your sassifras. You are too much ;)
Love
H
you're fucking right i am coming to visit! sounds amazing and shockingly new! my only question darlin: how long can i stay?
love, J
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