The Countertop Chronicles

Next to the Dead (and Floyd), Panic was about my favorite band going.

Disco is just an all out great jamming driving song. This is from 1992 at the Georgia Theater - back in the day.

Disco was always a great lead into Diner, another tune with a driving beat.
And before taking a permanent seat in the mid 90s, Houser was a ghostly figure, ripping out blister blue leads on his road weary telecaster. If its too loud, your too old.

Rest in Peace Michael Houser

Diner
Words and Music Widespread Panic

Beautiful, the girl’s cooking in the diner today
Oh, she won’t show the bother, even time she gets covered in blues
I sing kind little songs
Trying to bait her soul
And she’s like natural music
Anyway she moves

Oh in time, time, time, I just love to watch her hands move
A little sugar, pepper, llittle brother wants to shine my shoes
Go ahead, shine, shine, shine, I’ll sit real still
And my backbone shivers as she looks this way
And I try not to move

She’s beautiful - natural
Hangin in the diner basking in the light of Ms. Lee

Given time, Lord I’d build her a mountain for a room.
Given an hour, an hour, I’d build a rocket to the moon.
Might take at least a week to find the strongest tool
Might take the rest of this lifetime to find the strongest fuel

But she natural, she take the moon and put it in her pocket
She’s beautiful, smiling it on me while I build this rocket

Because the tongue tastes so old, can’t even load you coffee sweet
When she serves a bowl of lightning, makes sure you get all you need
Sometimes come for a menu, some just come in to breathe
Hanging in the diner sitting in the light of Ms. Lee

She’s beautiful - natural
Hanging in the diner, basking in the light, basking in the light…

She’s beauty, yeah, the girl’s cooking in the diner today
No, she won’t show the bother, even time she gets covered in blues
I sing comical songs trying to blame myself
She’s all-ready music in a booth, man, if she catch you

Hanging in the diner
Sitting in the light of Ms. Lee
Opening up early
Help a poor boy up
Open on Sunday, all day
Little sunshine rising from the park
Cross the street to the path
Keeping my teeth long and longer
And a smile…

Hanging in the light
Hanging in the light
Sister
Sister