It makes no sense! :|

Went to the Sushi Station for dinner tonight.  Quite a nice dining experience, apart from the haste.  You can see the guys in the kitchen there and they’re working a mile a minute, and you know there’s more people waiting outside for a table, so you do feel compelled to just eat and get the hell out of the place.  Probably great for business, not so great for digestion.

And for some reason, from the minute I walked in the place. I had China Grove by the Doobie Brothers running through my head.  Go figure… if anyone works out the segway there, I’d be very interested to hear it!


When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town
down around San Antone
and the folks are risin’ for another day
’round about their homes.
The people of the town are strange
and they’re proud of where they came.

Well, you’re talkin’ ’bout China Grove, wo, oh, oh,
oh, China Grove.

Well, the preacher and the teacher,
Lord, they’re a caution, they are the talk of the town.
When the gossip gets to flyin’ and they ain’t lyin’;
when the sun goes fallin’ down.
They say that the father’s insane
and dear Missus Perkin’s a game.

We’re talkin’ ’bout the China Grove, wo, oh, oh,
oh, China Grove.

But ev’ryday there’s a new thing comin’,
the ways of an oriental view.
The sheriff and his buddies
with their samurai swords,
you can even hear the music at night.
And though it’s part of the Lone Star State
people don’t seem to care,
they just keep on lookin’ to the East.

Talkin’ ’bout the China Grove, oh, China Grove.

Tell me what you think