[Good going everyone so far! Here’s some early Tom Waits for you…]
You see your Oldsmobile here (in which is your sweet one).
Gas her up
Did you mean gassing your Oldsmobile or your sweet one?
You gas her up.
You get behind the wheel.
put arm around sweet one
Barreling down the boulevard, you’re looking for the heart of Saturday night.
You got paid on Friday and your pockets are jingling.
You see the lights of the city stretch out in front of you.
You get all tingling cause you’re cruising with a 6, and you’re looking for the heart of Saturday night.
Flashback: you’re in your bathroom, there’s a comb and a razor here.
You comb your hair.
You’re trying to wipe out every trace of all the other days in the week. You know that this’ll be the Saturday you’re reaching your peak.
You’re back in your Oldmobile, there’s a red light.
It turns green.
Tonight’ll be like nothing you’ve ever seen and you’re barreling down the boulevard, looking for the heart of Saturday night.
You arrive at the bar. There’s a pool table here. This was before mobiles that weren’t Oldsmobiles, so there’s a public telephone as well. The barmaid looks on while something catches your ear.
Is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? No, it’s the telephone ringing.
It’s your second cousin!
She’s smiling from the corner of her eye.
(examining your eye)
There’s a magic melancholy tear in your eye, it makes you want to quiver.
You quiver down in your core. The barmaid continues to look on, dreamily (your sweet one now somewhat forgotten).
You dream of them Saturdays that came before.
Now you’re stumbling, you’re stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night.