lots of beady goodness coming out of the kiln tomorrow.
tom waits - 'lucinda'
i wish i could say that i am the lucinda of this song - since, i nearly worship tom waits - alas, it's not me "with hair as black as a bucket of tar and skin as white as a cuttlefish bone." " i heard someone pull the trigger, her breasts heaved in the moonlight again, there was a smear of gold in the window..."
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