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Thursday, September 26, 2013

More dispatches from the road

Elope with me miss private and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping 'round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze 
A trail for the devil to erase 
San fransisco's calling you the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza New York catcher are you straight or are you Gay?
We hung about the stadium we've got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell about the saddest book you've ever read, it always makes you cry
The statue's crying too, and Willie Mays. 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Updates from the road

Hey fan base!  This is a dispatch from the road, I haven't had too much spare time to do paintings but I have done a few, here's what we've got so far.