No green beer, at eight.

It's seems I missed Saint Patrick's day
(only by a day or two)
So in that vein, I guess I'll play
Some Irish tunes for you

Something something eight something.

It's not that every girl can sing
We know that isn't true.
But for some, that's just their thing
So I'll play that for you.

The spider legs are still missing.

I got nothing. Maybe depressed
The legs are still AWOL. No help from Lindens
Tonight, I give an hour of tomorrow.
A forever of yesterdays.

Gawk, freaks, GAWK! (at eight)

My poor, screwed up inventory
Has suffered some catastrophe
Things aren't there (where they should be).
Which gives the opportunity
To see my human misery.

no show

I'm going downtown for the Year of the Tiger festival. As a tiger, I feel this is important.

Test the snow-laden power-lines at eight.

My god! but we had snow last night
No matter where you look, you'll see
A smooth and frosty sea of white
(For those without electricity,
I cannot mock. It's not polite
And could have well happened to me.)

Put on a sari at eight.

Tonight's going to be a fun set!
Songs exciting and beautiful
All from the sub-continent
Come on down and "do the needful."