Sort of like The Carter Family meets a sharp stick. and a flamthrower. And a water board.

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I just wrote it down like it happened, man. Then I changed a few things. Then I changed the rest of it. But the parts like "and" "the" and "is" are true.

Last night I saw the ghost of Andras Jones
Wandering up and down Tullis Street
I said “Hey, Andres, how’d you write those songs?
Whadja do to make them sound so neat?”

This is what he told me
And I beleive it’s true
I got my musical prowess from
A batch of witch's brew

She took a hank of John Lennon’s pubic hair
And a wart from Bob Dylan’s knee
And a crimson drop of Brian Wilson’s’ blood
And a flask of David Bowie’s pee

Mixed in some Bono’s stinky sweat
A toenail clip from Joni
Stirred in a dollop of Neil Young’s phlegm
In a brew thick and tasty

He said “That’s how I did it
Now go and tell the world
So everyone will know the way.”
“But, Andras,” I said, “where can they get that stuff?”
He said “it’s on E-bay.”

Hard work and talent don’t mean a thing
A deal with evil’s the key
So I’ll see you down at the crossroads, old son,
Don’t forget to bring Bowie pee…