Not so jolly NOW, at eight

All this Christmas music
Has gotten on my nerves
I going to counter tonight
With lots of remixed Verve

And around we go at eight

So, it's been a month now
While talking with a friend
He said it stood to reason
45s are the new trend

Leftovers at eight

A healing week and all that's good
Tonight, we celebrate with food

Plumbing adventures at eight

I want hot water
And now, I have hot water
I want cold water

We're tougher than that, at eight

And there it is
And now we know
That's what they wanted
So there it goes

Despair would be easy
But we must persist
The gloves are off now
It's time for the fist

Smash and bash, at eight

Before I leave for PTO
We're going to have a bash
One week 'till for Halloween
A kind of monster mash

The club can vote now, at eight

The birthday of our club tonight
Our musical cathedral
(And after eighteen years,
Realizing it's a Libra)

Then, after we've paid our dues,
We'll follow with some spooky tunes.

Dread and delight at eight

As we approach Halloween
A foreboding's in the air
Then, Novembers trick or treat
(You see what I did there?)

Leaves are falling at eight

I would not exactly call it
Some kind of celebration
But honoring those who've passed
Is really my intention
So many years without them
Does grant a kind of closure
And I can happily say
Their suffering is over

A toast to more tomorrows at eight

The longer it is you walk in the rain
The more likely that you'll get wet
I didn't know we would walk this long
Or just how far we would get
But, here we are, still doing this thing
Still hanging out at the same joint
And, I suppose, after so may years,
Let's hope this is just the half-point

Still wound up at eight

This work week was but four days
Of tribulations and trials
And it only reminds me
It's not the years but the miles

Making light of childhood fears at eight

Some songs about bombs
One bomb in particular
A bright flash: nothing

Well, why not? at eight

Last week, we tried to cover the earth
(And not with a paint or a stain)
But, as that went so well,
We're doing it again

No one will believe you at eight

Life's getting busy, for what that's worth
Tonight, we're gong to cover the earth

Coming full circle at eight

I've played some round things, et al
Let's round it out with Orbital

Entering William Orbit at eight

Music's like a painting
You dip your ears (not eyes) in
Tonight we'll all slip into
One artist's event horizon 

Contemplating The Orb at eight

With lots of beats and sampled sounds
Tonight's set is perfectly round

Respite at eight

There are too many projects
Everyone feels rushed
And every complaint
Has been quickly hushed
When elephants fight
It's the grass that gets crushed

A dip in the pool at eight

We've made it a month in
There's two more to go
It's that time of summer
To lounge on the patio

Because I am a completist at eight

Last week I played two CDs
But some things were left out
And so the tracks I didn't play
Are what tonight's about

An obscure past at eight

There are CDs people put out
To fund a charity
Like the Austin Crisis Center
Or Community Shares in Cincinnati
And, given to my dad,
He gifted them to me
So, I'd like to share them
Hey, not bad for free

A weekend's respite at eight

Projects are being completed
Somehow, we're getting them done
Too many requests at one time
(Each a priority one)
For now, I'm going to forget them
And hopefully have some fun

Cooling down at eight

We've finally hit the month of June
Soon, it will be hot
We'll have a hint of Ninja Tune
At least that was the thought

Tomato or potato Europe at eight

And so we've reached the end of May
We deal with rain and heat
And will while the time away
With a little beat

Closer to the Mediterranean at eight

 Half-way through our ye-ye May
After this, one more to go
Spain and France have both been played
But Italy? Hey, posso farlo

Oddly not oui-oui at eight

Because of SEVERAL things
I almost missed my chance
To come and play for you tonight
Some ye-ye girls from France

It's gonna be ye-ye, at eight

Cinco de Mayo, we didn't cantar
(Due to a birthday rigmarole)
But, tonight, we all bailar
With late 60s español

This month lost its compass, at eight

Because of the moon and the equinox
Passover came a little late
Then, my semicentennial,
A week early we'll celebrate

Always something different at seven

Because someone will be out
(I've done it. It's alright)
You get an extra hour
Of what I've found tonight

Absence makes the heart grow fonder at eight

I'm back from my hiatus
Still alive, as you see
With this new change of status
Maybe come and dance with me

Hooray, Odysseus, at eight

This weekend, it will be full
A silver pool in sea of black
And now, after fifty years
We did it folks. We're finally back

May as well, at eight

This week at work has been a thing
Loads of BS and bunk
The whole thing has left me
In a bit of a funk

Swinging through the zodiac at eight

 A new year this weekend
A dragon made of wood
And song about animals
(but you knew there would)

Eat a ehōmaki (east-northeast) at eight

A holly branch with head of sardine
Adults in masks while kids throw beans
Devils out! Fortune in!
Come and celebrate Setsubun

Let your taps drip at eight

I was out last week because
Last was the week that was
What brought the city to its knees
(As happens every time we freeze)

Getting into the swing of things at eight

Tomorrow's the last night of Christmas
(There are twelve of them, you see)
When the Magi arrived, bearing gifts
Twelfth Night, or Epiphany

But that word can have two meanings
It's also an insight received
A breakthrough or a discovery
The gift for those who believed