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.”
