Channeling my mid-'60s Dylan. Based loosely on an incident with a winery owner. I won't bug you all with any more tunes for now, but I hope you like 'em and spread the word about Andy Hawk & The Train Wreck Endings for me if you do. Thanks...a.h.
Pitchy & Time-Erratic Blues
Went to the vintner Who staggered up to me I asked him, “Can I play for you?” He said, “It’s looking pretty bleak. But if you buy a bucket of wine I just might call you next week.”
“Now music has a melody,” He slurred still out of key “And it’s got a certain rhythm, I’m just too drunk to see But if you buy a big bucket of wine, I won’t be so oblique.”
His woman lumbered up to me I said, “You don’t know me so well.” She said, “Sure I do, honey, Why don’t you just introduce yourself? And if you buy a bucket of wine I might refer you to personnel.”
I left the old vintner He was dancing and singing out of time I said, “I don’t think I want to play for you, But in the big, old meantime You can take back your empty bucket I don’t want your moldy, moldy wine.”