Welcome to Mars... it's open all hours!

Pere Ubu, w/Dave Marshall.

It's the lyrics I like -- something in there for everyone ... she could be a whore, something they're jonesing for, or the Virgin Mother. Take what you need.

Welcome to Mars!
It's open all hours.
"What are we doing here?"
Mal's in the back and Fred's on the phone, sayin',
"What are we doing here?"
(are you insane, friend?)
Oh, you are never alone in the Twilight Zone.
What are we doing here?

Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Oh.

I oughta know but my memory is goin.
As bad as it seems maybe we're dreamin.
Don't mind the stares we've paid for these chairs.
And keep up that smile, it might be awhile.
What are we doing here?

Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Oh.

Oh, I.
Won. Der. Why.
She. Can't. Be.
On. time. Ever?

What do you know, it had to be snowin!
I'm down on my knees.
I'm beggin you please.
Oh, what do you see?
Why, it had to be me, sayin, What?
What are we doing here?
Now, one at a time or ... in a line!

Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Oh.

All right, out the door at 11. Mal's meeting me at an auction in Cumberland this morning. And then maybe take the boats out. I put the kayak in Rice Lake yesterday morning, getting a nice back and arm workout with sun on the shoulders -- cinnamon skin, and drove the trailer over again in the early evening, as the put-in is right down the street. But it takes at least two to do a decent river journey, unless you're a big fan of long bike rides, or willing to hitch a ride.