First of all apologies to all of the wonderful writers out there, that I have not commented on recently. Hell, am not even capable to comment on the YoYo-Dydne Posts. Back up to 500 in the Inbox unopened.

If you’ve been following for a while I’ve been known to drop off the face of the earth for a week or so at a time. Still alive and kicking though.

The disease keeps me from leaving the house, interacting , answering the phone, working like a damned normal person and keeping the fear away.

So, despite the SSD diagnosis, and Mensa membership (genius and insanity remember?) my musical compass has always been right on.

Love Leonard Cohen. Also know that there are better covers of Leonard’s songs than his original Hallelujah .

Here is Damien Rice. One of my  favorite musicians, and his rendition of this beautiful song.

And I apologize once  again if I have not gotten to your post.

Be Well.

~Miss R


It’s Money that I love… nothing to see here..no. really

Randy Newman is one of my musical heroes. Too many people associate his music with ‘Short People’, which he didn’t want to be released as a single.

Here’s the twisted Newman.. that I love


C is for April 3rd; Crawl Back

C is for a tune that is fab yet not known….well by you. Yet.

Here is an earworm written by  Richard Thompson, called  ‘Crawl Back’.

Video lacking. No really it is just one picture.  Trust me the lyrics are the important part

Coin Operated Goy

Reno winter

The Backyard on a Reno Winter Day

Got almost a foot of unexpected snow today. Absolutely gorgeous and the first good snow of the season; and it’s almost March. Not good news for the Tahoe resorts. Or moi.

Several times I’ve had the money for the ‘Ladies Day’ special at Mt. Rose. Was advised (read: barked at) by my neurologist not to ski until there was actual powder as opposed to ice.

So it would have been like a dream to take the 40 minute drive up for even a half day. Hey, I could give a damn about the temps or snow while skiing steeps –or anything else. Done so in Canada in -12C in a blizzard. Great runs. Just enough time to thaw out the frost on the goggles in front of a roaring fire before another one.

Drove Jeep Grand Cherokees for years, but today have a rear wheel drive 1986 BMW (wtf they’re built in Bavaria; not even front wheel drive?) and no money. Loved watching the snow come down, but damn I miss the slopes.

So took a walk tonight. Sunlight makes me burn up.. not fucking glitter. Silent and beautiful. That’s the only time Reno truly looks good these days.  Even the strip club a block away looked festive.

Being the battle born eccentric I am, was wearing a $10.00 long sleeved t-shirt, under a $100.00 wool ski sweater, and my $(if there’s no price you can’t afford it) real Canadian Sorrels.

Oh! Wearing my favorite polka dot fleece pajama bottoms too. D’lovely!

Despite a few slips and slides I made it to the Pakistani liquor-bong-whippet-soda-aging- -onions-freezer burned ice cream-umbrella-outdated canned food-and energy drink store two blocks away.

Got a pack of cheap smokes. Bad Miss R.

Could see the moon on the snow, no hobos about –except for yours truly heh- and just gorgeous. Never leave home without my iPod, actually can’t live without music all the time. After listening to Boston by Augustana, which reminds me of the last time I spent time with dad; it was in Boston for the annual IDAA convention (International Doctors in Alcoholics Anonymous). Then one of my fave Dresden Dolls tunes pulled up on shuffle.

Smiled to myself. One of the search terms that turns up on my stats is Dresden Dolls, but don’t think I’ve made mention of the band in two posts since 2006 when YoYo-Dyne was founded.

As an aside: fucked up search term of the last 30 days to find YoYo-Dyne: Teen dildo action ersatz. I have NO fucking idea -eye roll-.

Laughed as I walked the last block to my house. The glitter embedded in the concrete sidewalks where the snow melted, the moonlight on the snow, houses, and cars, thoughts of the  few people I know who actually listen to Dresden Dolls.

One of them gave me a gift this year. A ticket to Burning Man. This, the year when all hell broke loose and who knows if anyone with art installations, famous theme camps (I belong to one), mutant vehicles and true citizens will overcome rich frat boy trust fund fuckers who bought up all the tickets in this years fail-safe system. More on that nightmare later.

It will be my 9th year, and I’m positive this will be the last. All will be broken up into regionals after 2012. Just a personal prediction. Still… get to play in Burning Band this year (all 10 out of 50 of us who have received tickets) and be the bar manager at Spanky’s. Best job ever.

And the cold, music, snow, light and thought of the wonderful gift I’d received made me tear up.

So here is Coin Operated Boy by Dresden Dolls. A wonderful funny/ironic tune, that made this snowy night complete.

~Miss R

YoYo-Dyne Loves Physics and Music

This is fabulous. Not just because it has to do with physics, quantum ideas and some of the best scientists on the planet, but you can dance to it.

GAH,  already wrote this blog and was cut off by a power outage. That is the real reason. Not going to re-write the brilliance which was the fist post. So here’s the juice of it.

I can only say that Science Symphony rocks and this is the most recent tune  they have drawn my brain into.


WARNING: IF you watch a shitload of TV and/or collect baseball cards just move along…

Back Good. Fire Bad.

Many of you;  okay three,  readers know that I’ve had a nasty back surgery that failed. Well not failed. Just didn’t help. And hurts worse now. But NOT failed. -eye roll-.

The back is degenerating so quickly that there’s nothing but surgery ahead (two in the next 5 years and two more in ten year. If I said yes. Shockingly said to doc…no thanks) and in 10 years the disc degeneration will be up to L1.

My happy go lucky neurosurgeon told me I’m fucked then; medical science hasn’t caught up to fixin’ that upper part of the spine. So off to pain management and voodoo spinal electo-stim for me. Ohhh and a drug test. Ooops. For the first time in months I actually had a few hits of smoke last week. Doomed I tell you.Damned hippie!

Point for them is that the DEA are fuckers. Actually not fuckers; too many docs over-prescribe.
Blah blah blah.

So I have the spine of an 80 year old….Hmmm wonder what that 80 year old is doing for a spine? -rim shot-. Once again see if you can name that paraphrase. Hint: Peter O Toole

Spent almost two hours practicing piano today. Longest, and first, time I have been able to sit upright to practice for a year and a half. I am SO FUCKING THRILLED!!!! Did it hurt? Hell yeah. Did I get release and love the music I played till I cried? HELL YES!

All is klar der kommisar.

Here’s a video from my FAVE piano player. Best in the business; and I grew up with Elton John, Randy Newman and Billy Joel. Ben Folds puts them all in the dust…

Be well my friends!

~Miss R

A bit of a PS: If you don’t know: Nick Hornby wrote Hugh Fidelity and About a Boy (and all the lyrics on Ben’s most recent album), Ben folds is a genius both on piano (doesn’t show in this video) who is also a drummer and writer of  full orchestrations (with symphonic credits directing and scoring his music for world reknown orchestras) with the same influences that I have, and Pomplamoose is a newer band.

Burning Man 2011: Recovery is Slow

Hi All,

Back from Burning Man. Celebrated my 7th year on the playa.  Great year and we were voted Best Bar on the Playa…again. We were not even listed in the guide because we never registered as an official theme camp this year and didn’t bring out 1/2 of what we have for the bar/camp. Despite this (and lack of Teeter Totter of Death, Centrifuge merry-go-round and Chairway to Heaven) all of our prior year guests found us as well as thousands of new friends.

C’mon what is better than BDSM with your Bordeaux?
Still recovering from 8 days of radical self preservation in the middle of the Nevada desert about an hour+ from Reno. Usually over 100F during the day and in the 40’s at night), costumes, dance camps, FABULOUS art this year and seriously great music. could only march one gig with Burning Band this year (fucking back. Doh) with my new melodica. It was the Little Black Dress Parade though; the parade (and our band) is a staple at Burning Man.
Not to mention the madness, laughter, gourmet food and NSFW  shit that went on at our bar/camp; Spanky’s Wine Bar.

And apparently still not done. Several other ‘Spankers’ Spanky's Wine Bar: Burning Manstayed in Reno for another week after the Burn ended.

Spent yesterday at the Grand Sierra Resort, hanging by the pool and drinking margaritas. laughing and swimming with some of my best camp mates. Hell, the picture of our camp to the right is from last year. Haven’t even gone through my (crappy this year) pics yet to re-size and post.

Night The Man burned 2011

Night that The Man burned. Hard to tell due to the dust, but I'm standing in front of one of the best new Art Cars on the playa.e actual experience coming soon. As much of it as I can remember...

Piano Wench (that's me!) and Patrick (Trick) ay Spanky's 2011

Piano Wench (that's me!) and Patrick (Trick) at Spanky's 2011

Taylor (a playa virgin this year!), DocMoc and Yours Truly

Taylor (a playa virgin this year!), DocMoc and Yours Truly. Burning Man 2011

~Miss R
And that’s Piano Wench to you

Sure to offend Everyone…except my family. For once.

Black Rock CityBurning Band

There’s a bad moon rising.
Oh alright it’s just ended for the month. It’s the image that counts dammit.

Back is getting worse not better. What the hell is up with that? Can’t get a refill on oxy -even though it’s a  Way low dose  for what I need. Isn’t there anything else??  God knows I don’t need another fucking addiction. Can’t believe I don’t have PICA.

Anyway, life seems worthless (check: x), daughter gone away to college and grown up (check: x) wondering what happened to my interesting lively life (check: x), depression on the wax (check: x) back pain getting worse (WTF check: x). Band officially broke up (check: x) OH, and best of all…. SSD reduced by over 1/3 since my daughter turned 18. As if I don’t have to support her in college (Go SF State heh) (check: x) meaning I have to live on under $900.00 a month (including daughter)…when I spent most of my life living on six figures (check: x).

Lost my houses, 401k.s IRA’s etc in the last divorce and then trying to live .Just to get away from Psycho-Fuck in Michigan (aka ex-hubby number two)

Waiting for Burning Man to cheer me. See my other family. Relax. Look at art. Play in the Burning Band -even if I have to buy a new uniform shirt because after 5 years it doesn’t seem as though all of the wine, beer and random brass instrument spit will come out of it anymore.

Just needed to write tonight. It’s after midnight and have been a mess all damned day. Usually save these exciting and amusing tidbits for my ‘other’ blog. But really. Fuck it.
Give a shot, cola, thumbs up or whatever is needed to get me to The Burn.

Livin’ the Life in Reno
OR as you may know it ‘the OTHER city in Nevada’
~Miss R

That’s the way to do the Varsity Drag

the Ruling Class

Just finished watching The Ruling Class, a gem of a film, and shockingly not well-known. Amazing dialogue, satire, bizarre brief yet wonderful musical bits. It is among Peter O’Toole’s best performances. He was nominated for an Oscar. From this there is a soundtrack in my head consisting of The Varsity Drag, Dem Bones and My Blue Heaven .

This is the first time I’d seen it in a good 20 years. Thank you Netflix. Forgotten that one of the female leads was played by the same actress who played Harold’s mother in Harold and Maude. Both were made about the same time, during the Vietnam War. And both were made as indictments of the established order. I believe that MASH was also made the same year.

The Ruling Class leads the viewer to believe that this is a twisted and dark comedy, but as we say at Spanky’s on the playa at Burning Man.

Spanky's Wine Bar at Burning Man

”This will all end in tears.’

We say it as a joke whenever a clusterfuck breaks out.

This is one of the few movies I can watch without tears dropping down my face at the ending. Hell, I’ve cried at the endings of fucking Doctor Who episodes. The Demon Seed admits she has too but the little wench laughs at me when she catches me weeping on the phone, asking why she didn’t warn me. Yes we are both geeks. What about it? You don’t believe me, just step outside and see me baby.

Hey, I was bi-polar before being bi-polar was cool. Not to mention I was a Punk before you were a Punk

Heh. betcha I got you with Fee Waybill and crew. Well pray, really really hard.
To me.
I may bestow  a bit of the title tune on you as well.

Hmmm other firsts? Listed in no particular order but as an exercise to boost the current rock I’m holding for Sisyphus. He had to grab a coffee. Fucker’s been gone over six months.

First student at my college to enroll and begin at age 15 (and the school had already been around for 150 years by then).

First woman in my town to have a tattoo. That was 18 years ago and I don’t want another one. Who the hell Doesn’t have one these days?

First woman my age (45) to have a tongue piercing in the vicinity. Was late to the nipple piercing action but ooh it hurt so good. And feels absolutely delicious now. Too bad gravity has had it’s way with my boobs.

First started my musical ‘career’ playing Gay bars; standards,show tunes and ragtimte. The Whiskey and Madame Wongs came later playing in a punk band. Because I lied about my age. I was 16 not 21. So all you owners that stiffed me way back when? Because all you saw was a girl with big tits standing at an Amazon stature of 5’2″? Go fuck a porcupine you pricks.

First in my family to be the eccentric, but beloved, black sheep and eschew the medical degree deemed proper in our family.
The Demon Seed has declared her intention to get a PhD is psychology. Way cheaper than med school. Her first choice was psychiatrist. So back to doctors we go.

Now I’m almost 50 and I have is my daughter, and she’s going way next month to college, and memories.  And a big-ass concert grand piano.

And perhaps this is why I didn’t cry at the end of The Ruling Class.

Everything changes. Transforms. But mostly sneaks away quietly. It has become so difficult to fight the established order.

And I’m scared as hell. And the current point in life’s curve should probably have had me already hospitalized.

Maybe coming to terms with it all is beginning. And it all started a long time ago. In college.  Fighting back against anything and everything….except Music.

~Miss R

Now go and beg, borrow steal or Netflix ‘The Ruling Class.’ You’ll thank me. And perhaps send a cash tip!

Rapture Top 20 Playlist! Give it 10. You can Dance to it!

Your Top 20 Rapture Playlist!

Hitchhikers Guide

Most of you know that I’ve spent part of my life as a professional musician. And the other portion as an unprofessional one. –rim shot-

The point being: I live for music. From punk to jazz, blues to rock, showtunes to indie and ragtime to standards.

In order to make your transition to the next world –whether you’re packing for a cool beach breeze or the Mojave desert- I’m here to help. Now you have to realize that this is MY fucking list, so it’s apocalypse tunes that I enjoy. Now that we have that straightened out get ready. And, feel free to send me your own suggestions. I won’t add them to my list but I do want to hear some potentially new stuff. Damn I’m open-minded. Aren’t I? AREN”T I?

So get your iPod ready, make a new new playlist entitled, oh I don’t know, ‘We’re All Gonna Die Now Party Mix’ and start your download.

I present for you the Ultimate Top 20 Rapture Playlist for May 2011.

You can thank me next time we meet. Probably tomorrow over a beer.

  1. It’s The End of  the World – REM
  2. The End – Jim Morrison
  3. Excitable Boy  –Warren Zevon
  4. Don’t Fear the Reaper –BOC (yeah I know that’s a gimme)
  5. Ocean Breathes Salty –Modest Mouse
  6. Dead –My Chemical Romance
  7. People Who Died – Jim Carol Band
  8. Happy Phantom – Tori Amos
  9. I’m a Believer – The Monkeys
  10. Four Winds – Bright Eyes
  11. Today –Smashing Pumpkins
  12. And When I Die – Blood Sweat and Tears
  13. The End of the Tour –They Might Be Giants
  14. Dead Man’s Party –Oingo Boingo (another gimme)
  15. Re: Your Brains — Jonathon Coulton
  16. Please Don’t Bury Me –John Prime
  17. The four Horsemen –Metallica
  18. The End of the World –The Cure
  19. Apocalypse Please – Muse
  20. Gimme Shelter –Rolling Stones

Rachael’s Guide: How to Tell if you are Nocturnal

Shit I do in Reno at night

It’s my Bondage Barbie, roasting on an open fire.  Nocturnal Behavior is directly responsible for brilliant works of art such as this.

Here are a few definitions to use as a primer for this blog.

Nocturnal – active and feels better at night
Diurnal – active and feels better during the day
Repuscular – active and feels better primarily during twilight, i.e., at dusk and dawn (freaks)

Rachael’s Guide: How to Tell if you are Nocturnal

1.   You feel half alive until close to 7:00 p.m.
2.   You believe that ‘morning people’ should be lined up and summarily executed
3.   You can’t figure out why the only place to get a burger after 2:00 am in Reno is The Little Nugget or the slimy Denny’s over on Wells
4.   Music sounds better, and should be played louder, at night
5.   You’re a:
a)  musician b) police officer c) graveyard shift worker d) blackjack dealer. You LIKE the hours

6.   The cat gets more sleep at night than you do
7.   Going to bed a 2:00 am seems pretty damned early
8.   Waking up to sunshine and birds singing makes you want to hork
9.   Your prescription sleeping pills have little or no effect
10.   You’re sick of being told that you have a ‘sleep disorder’
11.  That great tan during the summer months confuses your friends.   This amuses you and you continue to visit the tanning salon. After dark.
12.   Your best work is done at night.
13.   When you do try to sleep you’re constantly thinking of ideas, getting out of bed, and typing them into Word.
14.   You spend an inordinate amount of money on high-end eye concealer.
15.   Your sunglasses cost more than your first car
16.   It’s not insomnia asshat, it’s my period of waking hours
17.   You know every free porn site on the net

Friday night, during ‘normal’ evening hours, I watched a new episode of Numbers. You already know how exciting my Friday nights are.
Anyway, what music is playing during the opening scene? The Underdog by Spoon.
I listed their album on my Top 10 Albums of the Year post and the song itself as my fave from the CD.

A prime example of how living the Nocturnal Life has benefits. Catching up on T.V. culture as your evening begins at 10:00 p.m. or discovering new music after 1:00 a.m. -while searching through your favorite porn sites. When the two combine it’s magical.
Current Television. Episodes and Barbie Amelioration. Porn and Incredible Music.
Batteries not included.

Sunshine Blondes may have more fun but insomniac Brunette/Red/Purple highlighted gals get the goods.

~Miss R

Currently listening:
Lagrimas Negras
By: Bebo & Cigala
Release date: 22 June, 2004

—- image courtesy of ME so don’t even think about using it without permission

Snow? Shirley you jest….

The Good News:
There is snow this morning. Lots of snow.
A lumpy yet smooth white coating on my patio table and chairs. It has made the bicycle an abstract work of white glistening art. It’s gonna be a powder day. Mt. Rose is open.
There is plenty of food here at Chez Noir. Thanks to ~B I cleared up a little debacle at Nevada State bank.
There’s music here too. I can make it or listen to it or burn it.

The Bad News:
Have no way to get to Mt. Rose. See above description of bike. You already know about the truck –rolls eyes-.
There is no money for a lift ticket. See above description of bank.
Um I’m still alive and was not struck stupid or dead in the night.

Some days this is as good as it gets.
Or as bad.
Yesterday I rode over 15 miles on my bike doing errands. In the friggin rain. Only wiped out once. Right into traffic on Virginia… BOOM SPLAT OUCH.
Great. Was wearing my only pair of sweats, which are now ruined.
air-conditioned in the knee area depending on if you’re some kind of fucking optimistic cretin or a pragmatist such as myself.

On that note here’s your affirmation for the day!

“Today I will nurture my inner martyr
by purchasing two large pieces of lumber,
a hammer, and a few nails”

So take it easy and by all means let me know if you have a job opening.
Preferably off the books. Preferably where I can work from home and never interact with humans again. Unless it’s on the ski slopes; where I’ll be listening to my iPod at maximum volume and ignoring others at their own peril.

There’s only one thing I like better than skiing and since I am currently sans lover this is
not gonna be a happy happy joy joy day around here.

If you are feeling absurd then feel free to stop by and drop a pack of ciggies in the mailbox.
I’ll make sure that Lurch gets his lazy ass out there and collects them for me.



Currently listening:
By: Michael Penn
Release date: 15 September, 1992


First off where the hell is my music stand?
Do you have it? Are you hiding it from me? You swine.
It attaches to the back of the DX-7 and holds sheet music, or manuscript paper, or anything book-like for that matter.
I know it was in the last house but damned if I can find it now when it would be helpful.

Secondly I have become re-enamored of the dumbass lolcats. I Can Haz Cheezburger indeed.
I ignored this site for over a year and now I’m amused again.
Must be a medication adjustment problem.
Please kill me.

So today I’m a spaz-fest with copies of my lyrics and a sheet of manuscript paper (with the melody) lying ON the keyboards. Hell on the keys actually.
Playing two synths, singing and attempting to read both sheets at one time by simultaneously peeking around/below/above the mic has given my shoulders and neck a permanent crick.
We are not amused.

So I’m really seriously swear-to-goddess working hard on three of my originals right now. Have decided that playing live again is imperative. It’s given me a purpose. Not a porpoise though because that would be too tasty and outside the current budget.

You’d think it would be easy to remember a melody and lyrics that you had written yourself. As opposed to memorizing another person’s music.
But noooooooooo.
What the hell is up with that?

Well time to consider dinner.
Thanks to the government food stamps I have a choice of the extra sharp cheddar cheese and Carr’s crackers, apples, fresh shrimp, rich creamy potato leek soup or…. cereal!
Gluten-free ‘ya know.

I’m pretty sure that the people at social services were intending me to have Chef Boyardee tonight but fuck ’em if they can’t take an eccentric.

It’s Friday Night babe so let’s boogie down to the stereo at maximum volume, then some HBO and a game of poker with everyone’s favorite cheatin’-opposable-thumbed-feline Lizzie Borden.

Play on.

~Miss R

Currently listening:
The Nightfly
By: Donald Fagen
Release date: 25 October, 1990

Tales From the Crib

The Miss R Mostest Fabulousest-est Halloween Playlist.


Hell I actually made a sauce for my dinner. For veggies.
Dammit Cate

Note: I had to add butter.

You know why fat is bad for you? Because it tastes good.
On we go to Miss R’s Halloween Top 20

  1. Funeral For A Friend….Elton John
  2. Psycho Killer…. Talking Heads
  3. Season in Hell….Eddie And the Cruisers
  4. Creep…. Radiohead
  5. Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead…XTC
  6. Deadbeat Club… B52’s
  7. What Sara Said…. Death Cab for Cutie
  8. Scary Monsters…. David Bowie
  9. Mack the Knife…. the hard-to-find version by Sting. Hint: It’s on a Kurt Weill anthology/tribute
  10. Over by the Frankenstein Place…. Rocky Horror
  11. Somebody’s Watching Me…. Rockwell
  12. Batman Theme…. The Ventures
  13. Bad Moon Rising…. Creedence Clearwater Revival
  14. This is Halloween…. Danny Elfman/Nightmare Before Christmas
  15. Bela Lugosi’s Dead…. Bauhaus
  16. I Put a Spell On You…. Screamin’ Jay Hawkins
  17. Dead Man’s Party… Oingo Boingo (hell I hate to succumb to the typical and mundane)
  18. Thriller…. Michael Jackson
  19. Squirrel Nut Zippers…. Hell
  20. Werewolves of London IS the last dammit. I’m sick of playing it in every band every year. Well when I used to play in band. Long term scars you understand

Currently listening:
Excitable Boy
By: Warren Zevon

Modest Mouse Video shot here in Reno

It’s almost 10:00 am and the coffee is just about gone.
Actually left the apartment last night and hiked over to XOXO on Wells to see Mister Vague do a show in celebration of their new CD release.
I’ll write more about that later today. suffice to say it was a good show and ~Miss R was home by midnight.
Yeppers. Another thrilling late-night foray into forensic TV with Lizzie Borden at my side.

Anyway, this is the newest video from Modest Mouse, Little Motel. I came across it on another blog so thanks to The Minx.

It was filmed here in Reno over Memorial Day by Reno native Justin Francis.
You’ll notice the Cal-Neva, Ho-Hum Motel (on S. Virginia near Vassar) and a lot more local denizens and landmarks. Well, they’re landmarks to those of us in Reno at any rate.

This video is wonderfully shot and the song is beautiful and haunting, like many Modest Mouse tunes.
My god it’s depressing though. Particularly if you have a child I think.

I’ve been listening to Modest Mouse for years, even though Cate and I missed their last show here at the Silver Legacy.
Do check this video out. My eyes welled up because it deals with something that we see a lot of around this town: families with no money and nowhere to turn.
Perhaps a bit too close to home for me right now. So the tears just keep on coming kids…

Little Motel lyrics

I hope that you like it in your little motel
And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well
Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell and
Thats why its nice to be by yourself

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

We treat mishaps like sinking ships and
I know that I don’t want to be out to drift
Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
They both tell me that we’re better than this

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

We trade tit for tat like that for this
And I don’t think that there was an insult that was missed
I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
I’m very sorry

Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’

It rained and its over a shooting star
Landed directly on our broke down little car
We fold and we had made a wish
That we would be missed
If one another just did not exist

Cause thats what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting on, aren’t we?
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for darlin’

That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for aren’t we?