…They hung a sign up in out town
“if you live it up, you won’t
live it down”
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don’t look back just
Come on Jim
Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You gotta hold on

– Hold On – Tom Waits

Musical Interludes

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  1. Now that I know you’re a Tom Waits fan also, I’ll never leave.
    I know you said you listened to one of my songs, but if I may be so bold, I’d like to recommend “Dreaming of Violets” – written after an entire day of listening to (and revelling in) Tom Waits.

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