In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
little brown dog
Hey, man, me and my guitar student Chris wrote a song together. I think it's fuckin' brilliant. Wanna hear it?
Of course I want to hear it. Play it, farmboy.
Okay, here goes.
(ahem)
little brown dog
you're out of luck
you just got struck
by a big mack truck
your head's over there
your feet's over here
way over yonder's
your belly and your rear
you just woke up
listen to me now
if you're dead
you can't bow wow wow
Pretty fuckin' great, eh?
Umm…how can this dog wake up if he's been hit by a truck and his innards are spewed all over the place?
I didn't think about that. I guess we all can't be Loudon Wainwright III.
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