The ramblings of the barfly. Another weekend spent reeling from hangover to hangover. Replete with the rumbling, lolloping bass, meandering strings, steadfast drums and mournful horns.

One More Round

There's a river in flood
There's a mountain in rain
And I don’t want to go back again
He came from that region
He said he was Legion
Oh little lover get down
You jumped with both feet in
Your heart took a beatin'
He was on the front row, he paid for premium seating
He scattered your ashes from the east to west
Oh little lover get down

So doctor can I get a witness?
A nurse who'll cares for my mental fitness
Because I can't unsee the things I've seen
My body is old, my mind's not green
And my soul's it isn't made from plasticine

So someone wake me from this slumber
Say honey can I get your number?
Words for centuries been unsaid
Are sung by voices in my head
A roaring choir of the undead

Your Summer

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