Dennis Hollingsworth

Ooh, what they sayin'

Last night we had a geat dinner at Kiko and Teresa's place with his neice Diana and her boyfriend Antonio. A little after midnight we turn out into the streets for a drink and inevitably we bounce around until five in the morning. Much can be written as I have done before in previous blogposts from captured little moments in the evening which however small seem to have bigger auras about them... but I think I'll set the little fishies free this time.

Catch and release storytelling.

What seems to be a prime candidate for comemorization, the taxidermy of blogging, another butterfly pinned to the board.... a song that can be heard in most bars in Tossa, a song that I would like to select as emblematic of a night out bending elbows in the bars of the seaside sleepy town of Tossa de Mar: Louis Prima's "Just a Gigolo".

Just A Gigolo

I'm just a gigolo
And everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playin'
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Ooh, what they sayin'

And there will come a day
When youth will pass away
What will they say about me
When the end comes I know
They'll say "just a gigolo"
Life goes on without me

I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playin'
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Ooh, what they sayin'

But there will come a day
When youth will pass away
What will they say about me
When the end comes I know
They'll say "just a gigolo"
Life goes on without me

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I ain't Got Nobody (medley)

'Cause I ain't got nobody
Nobody cares about me
Nobody, nobody cares for me

I'm so sad and lonely
Sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama
Come and take a chance with me
Cuz I ain't so bad

That's Tossa.

Best sung after a few glasses of wine and a couple of NoCanDo's on the rocks.