John Bridge
08-08-2003, 06:56 PM
I've made an exception to our long-standing tradition of only including articles of the utmost seriousness in the Liberry. Ms. Linda Preston (of Gig Harbor, Washington), aka "fishinfarmgirl," cleaved this little ditty together on a Friday night way back in August of 2003. :)
Ode to the tiler...
In a bar in Toledo, across from Home Depot,
on a barstool she started to sing
I thought I’d get closer, so I walked on over,
I sat down and asked her the name
when the drinks fin’lly hit her,
she said „I‘m no quitter,
but fin’lly quit living on dreams
I’m hungry for mortar,
and, here ever after,
I’m after whatever tilin’ brings
In the mirror I saw him,
and I closely watched him,
I thought how he looked out of place
he came to the woman
who sat there beside me,
His cell phone and RV in place
his big hands were callused,
he looked like a mountain,
for a minute I thought I was dead
but he started shakin‘,
his big heart was breakin‘,
he turned to the woman and said:
CHORUS
You picked a fine time to tile, Lucille,
with four hungry children and cracked grout to seal
I had some bad times, lived through some sad times, but this time your breakin’ the deal you picked a fine time to tile, Lucille!
After he left us, I ordered more thinset,
I watched while she tiled the stall
from the counter of the barroom to a rented hotel room,
she mixed grout without talkin’ at all
She was a beauty,
but when she came to me,
she must have thought I’d lost my mind
I hadn’t sold her,
and the words that he told her
kept coming back time after time
CHORUS
Ode to the tiler...
In a bar in Toledo, across from Home Depot,
on a barstool she started to sing
I thought I’d get closer, so I walked on over,
I sat down and asked her the name
when the drinks fin’lly hit her,
she said „I‘m no quitter,
but fin’lly quit living on dreams
I’m hungry for mortar,
and, here ever after,
I’m after whatever tilin’ brings
In the mirror I saw him,
and I closely watched him,
I thought how he looked out of place
he came to the woman
who sat there beside me,
His cell phone and RV in place
his big hands were callused,
he looked like a mountain,
for a minute I thought I was dead
but he started shakin‘,
his big heart was breakin‘,
he turned to the woman and said:
CHORUS
You picked a fine time to tile, Lucille,
with four hungry children and cracked grout to seal
I had some bad times, lived through some sad times, but this time your breakin’ the deal you picked a fine time to tile, Lucille!
After he left us, I ordered more thinset,
I watched while she tiled the stall
from the counter of the barroom to a rented hotel room,
she mixed grout without talkin’ at all
She was a beauty,
but when she came to me,
she must have thought I’d lost my mind
I hadn’t sold her,
and the words that he told her
kept coming back time after time
CHORUS