There's a file in the cake at eight.

I'm going to be absent this February
So tonight I'm playing what you've sent to me
And because no one wants a five-hour set
We'll only play those tracks under five minutes
Now, I'll be back in March (or when my stuff gets done)
Just don't rent my room out while I am gone.

Martinis at eight

So! the Inauguration's done.
What a week for history!
This means so much for everyone
(at least, they said so on TV)
So seek ye not terror attacks
There's no need yet to cower and scrounge
Just have a drink, sit back, relax
We're going to listen to some lounge.

We'll be clinking cups at eight.

"Math is hard!" said Barbie once
(or was it G.I. Joe?)
I'm sure she felt the same of science
(head full of air, you know)
Biology or chemistry
And very likely physics...
Brains become a redundancy
When you can get by on tits.

Don a posh frock at eight

It's work, what I will play for you:
Rip CDs, download torrents,
Overlooked clips off YouTube,
What ever the needs warrant.
So holler on for more, than
Here at the normal time
Who cares how it all began?
Let's make the Velvet shine.
It's really not that hard, I think
But don't forget to bring a drink.

Let's do this thing

My office here is once more dark tonight
We are so few that came to work today
While sitting here, I thought that I might
Write my notice of what I'm going to play.

Every week I wrack my mind anew
Some times a haiku or some clever verse
It's my responsibility to you
But that's my little pleasure, or my curse.

So even if the announcement's not that great
At there will be some good tunes here at eight.