To get out of the heat
Then I heard a voice call out to me
Son come have a seat
I had to search my memory
As I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather
But a legend never dies
Chorus:
He said I ate the last mango in paris
Took the last plane out of saigon
Took the first fast boat to china
And jimmy there’s still so much to be done
I had a third world girl in buzios
With a pistol in each hand
She always kept me covered
As we moved from land to land
I had a damn good run on wall street
With my high fashion model wife
I woke up dry beneath the african sky
Just me and my swiss army knife
Chorus:
I ate the last mango in paris
Took the last plane out of saigon
Took the first fast boat to china
And jimmy there’s still so much to be done
We shot the breeze for hours
As the sun fell from the sky
And like the sun he disappeared
Before my very eyes
It was somewhere past dark-thirty
And I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall
The words the old man said:
I ate the last mango in paris
Took the last plane out of saigon
Took the first fast boat to china
And jimmy there’s still so much to be done
I ate the last mango in paris
Took the last plane out of saigon
Took the first fast boat to china
And jimmy there’s still so much to be done
That’s why we wander and follow la vie dansante"
That song never meant much to me until recently.
For seemingly unfathomable reasons, the song makes me thing of my good friend Jessi. I have not heard from her for months. It would seem that I did something to offend her (but I am not cool enough to actually know what, if anything). At least that is what I interpreted by the phrase "You would think that if she wanted anything more to do with you, she would have sent something by now!"
That last little bit of happiness came from her sister right after she lied to me about Jessi's address the last time.
Now that she is home for a few weeks, I want nothing more than to see her long enough to say hello. But I think her sister is working it out so as to keep us apart. It makes me want to just go off and have a good cry sometimes.
So, to sum up:
Thanks Jill. You have single-handedly ruined my life. It would not have been so bad if you had picked something else to do to me. Oh, wait...you did!
You seem to be attempting to drive me away from my job. That would seem to be when you plan to talk to me. That is next to never anymore.
So, thanks again.
I think I must reevaluate my decision to put myself through some unbelievable amount of pain and suffering every week just to make your poor little life a bit easier.
Thanks a lot.
Goodnight Sweet Readers, And A Flight Of Angels To Sing Thee To Thy Rest
-Gale
- Current Mood:rad
