Maybe Time for a Hootenanny for Bernie Sanders

wtf, I've got the shirt.  It's a brand-new Bernie Sanders shirt which has been dying for a hootenanny or at least for me to be presentable enough to wear it.

(Ed:  you done cleaned up good, son)

Thank ye, paw.  I even did behind me ears.


All of the music has been highly-structured lately so that means one thing:  get hammered and do something whacked.

Whoops, checked out the kit and ended up playing for half an hour.  That did qualify as whacked but then it gets composerish and asks, well, is it good enough for Bernie because if it's not then it's crap, man.


Must find the lemon skunk.

(Ed:  shock the monkey?)

Nah, this is a funky skunky

(Ed:  where's the monkey?)

What monkey?

Shut up, Yossarian.


Gabriel blew his horn
and the monkey did a dance
he said I search for life
would you like to take a chance

Captain John looked for the monkey
Gabriel had it all the time
It was looking for a dance
with some meager kind of rhyme

Where's the monkey?

Shut up, Yossarian.

You know, the skunky monkey?

Shut up, Yossarian.


Shock me, funky skunky monkey
I want to be alive
The news is choked with weeds
I get nothin' but jive.
Gabriel, bring your monkey
Let's see if it can dance
we've got some kind of rhythm
and maybe some meager rhyme.


Where's the monkey?

Shut up, Yossarian.