This city stinks. A whole lotta folks lookin' for trouble and a whole lotta folks who're more than happy to give it to 'em. I sit back in my chair and sigh, the checkbook's lookin' tighter than the knots in my shoulders. What's a gal to do on a night like this?
Still. Maybe some tunes'll help. Evenfall. Y'know, If you skim the scum off of this pond we call a city, you'll find the odd pearl. Or is that the ocean? Ah, whatever. Metaphors are for people without rent to pay anyway. All I knows is that these songs make this old gal feel something. Somethin' real. And is there anything more we can ask for in this world?