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Mostly just a few throw away lines, but you have to wonder sometimes where such stuff comes from.
folk surreal satire
I've always considered myself folk, but I play an electric guitar, so you figure it out. I'm just a guy with some cheesy equipment. Sheet music really helps me
I'm just an old man recording in a basement. The band is an AdrenaLinn effects and drum machine, some amps and some guitars
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #304
Peak in subgenre #33
Author
Slick
Rights
Slick
Uploaded
June 23, 2012
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 2:19
Story behind the song
Who the hell knows. I was living in a Travel lodge motel at the time, and wrote or started several songs at that time. I see now that the theme is "motels."
Lyrics
My grandpa was busted on the day before Christmas For Smoking pot In the Travelodge motel. It was Monday before we could get him They’d beaten the sh** out of him, His head was all bloody And he looked like hell But when he looked in the mirror He just grinned through they gap That was still Dripping blood on his shoe Did you save me any turkey Did you save me any turkey Did you same me any turkey Beloved Grandma Saidie Is doing something shady Down in some third rate Motel. The door has been Kicked in a dozen times or more And even the cockroaches Under the floor Know it’s two below zero In the weather outside And no ride To the liquor store Oh carry me home drunk and gnarly Oh carry me home drunk and gnarly Oh carry me home drunk and gnarly Found this at the bottom of the lyrics sheet. Why not: free bonus poem. To lonesome to wear a human face To proud to give into grace An outcast from the human race He lifted weights and paced. All around the floor In his greasy old shop Stacked from bottom to top With discs of 70s pop. Somewhere out there Where every turntable Has a new diamond needle, Old men down on their knees Still worship the Beatles.
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