rx3: meat loaf aday

I refer to these seven-day outlooks as weather songs, mostly to amuse myself.

No me gusta esta cancion.

Friday and Saturday were particularly low and no good, and today has not been much of an improvement, though tomorrow promises a high of 60 F.

We'll see.

These cold days make me long for the heat of summer, which many complain about.

Hey, I'll take the frying pan over the refrigerator any day, and twice on Sunday.

(smile) 

So, it must be time for another dose of Meat Loaf to warm my tootsies!

This is one he performed at the Oglethorpe Speedway, here in Savannah, at a benefit concert for those affected by Hurricane Katrina.

Very appropriate tune, as the lyrics will attest.

*****

Out Of The Frying Pan (And Into The Fire)

It's only two o'clock

the temperature's beginning to soar

And all around the city

you see the walking wounded and the living dead

And it's never been this hot and I've never been this bored

and breathing is just no fun anymore

Then I saw you like a summer dream

And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said

I saw you like a summer dream

And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said

 

You can feel the pulse of the pavement 

racing like a runaway forse

The subways are sizzling

and the skin of the street is gleaming with sweat

I've seen you sitting on the steps outside

And you were looking so restless and reckless and lost

I think it's time for you to come inside

And I'll be waiting here

with something that you'll never forget

I think it's time for you to come inside

And I'll be waiting here

with something that you'll never forget

 

Come on! Come on!

And there'll be no turning back

You were only killing time and it can kill you right back

Come on! Come on!

It's time to burn up the fuse

You've got nothing to do and even less to lose

You've got nothing to do and even less to lose

 

So wander down the ancient hallway

Taking the stairs only one at a time

Follow the sound of my heartbeat now

I'm in the room at the top,

you're at the end of the line

Open the door and lay down on the bed

The sun is just a ball of desire

 

And I wanna take you out of the frying pan

(and into the fire)

Out of the frying pan

(and into the fire)

Out of the frying pan

(and into the fire)

 

And into the fire! fire! fire!

And into the fire! fire! fire!

And into the fire! fire! fire!

And into the fire!

 

(then repeat all of above)