Monday Morning Quarter-in-the-Jukebox: a day late, a dollar short, and looking for some sheets of leather…
so…I’m just starting to recover from Saturday night’s celebration of Su’s graduation from law school.
I’ve been told (and sorta remember) that Druzba and I were singing up a storm in the back of Jessie’s car — Erika supposedly has about 40 minutes of proof recorded on her phone. One of the tunes was Tiny Dancer, and Druzba swears he doesn’t know the song (he kept singing “lay me down in sheets of leather”) so I’m including it here just in case it ever comes up again he can be prepared…
Elton John - Tiny Dancer
Medeski, Martin & Wood - Spy Kiss
Talking Heads - Making Flippy Floppy
The Flaming Lips - Bad Days
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1983…(a Merman I Should Turn To Be)
May 24th, 2005 at 6:14 pm
I’m not so sure it really is sheets of linen. If you were a dancer, regardless of whether you were tiny or not, wouldn’t you be more likely to be laid down in sheets of leather? I suppose it depends on the type of dancer. I’m thinking one not with formal training. Regardless, now I’ll know the other words.