I'm stuck on the highway
leading straight to hell
Like any other drifter with a soul to sell
You know I'm dealing with the devil
In everyone I meet
And their faces tell a story,
That life ain't so sweet
This day of the festival wasn’t easy to attend. But i was instructed to by my musical muse who used a Blues Brothers reference to persuade me to go. Sheep = win.
FYI; Jay’s still got it – he’s not as full of Columbia’s finest marching powder as he once was, but that motherfcuker can dance. Id like to see the garage too.
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