Watch Your Step

This is not the much-overdue post on The Best of Elvis Costello and the Attractions. Rather, it is a quick-hitter to let everyalls know that I'm still alive and have my nose fully yolked to the mountain of e-docs.

I'm moving this weekend, and I should be all set up in my new place by the end of next week. While James is being kind enough to help me with that, keep yourselves busy figuring out which of the lyrics from "Watch Your Step" apply to the project, to me now, to me in the past or future, or to your own persons.

Don't say a word
Don't say anything
Don't say a word
I'm not even listening
I read in the paper about their escape
They're just two-bit of kids from a bunch of sour grapes
You better watch your step

Watch who's knocking on your front door
Now you know that they're watching
What are you waiting for?
Think you're young and original
Get out before...
They get to watch your step

Ev'ry day is full of fun
And family spies
They're making heroes out of fall guys
They say it's good for business
From Singapore to Widnes
You better watch your step

Broken noses hung up on the wall
Backslapping drinkers cheer the heavyweight brawl
So punchdrunk they don't understand at all
You better watch your step

Ev'ry night
Go out full of carnival desires
End up in the closing time choirs
When you're kicking in the courtroom
And you're drinking down the Eau de Cologne
And you're spitting out the Kodachrome
You better watch your step

Bye
I send you all my regards
You're so tough
You're so hard
Listen to the hammers falling in the
breaker's yard
You better watch your step
You better watch your step
Ooh, watch your step

And keep a good thought that my brother and I will be able to watch our respective steps. I'll circulate an e-mail next week with my new address and phone number.