Eldritch Pipes: Created by Chris Kelly in Warwickshire, England, Eldritch Pipes are distinguished by their gothic and heavy metal-inspired designs. These pipes are made from high-quality briar and German vulcanite rod, and are finished either smooth, rustic, or with a blend of both for unique designs. Eldritch Pipes are designed to stand out and cater to those who appreciate a more unconventional aesthetic.
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Another favorite of mine
Sometimes when I post a song here, I like to wonder who else will jibe with this jive...
https://youtu.be/_AtwRnffZsA?si=4kvCLa4gmu_m09Gi
https://youtu.be/Pjb6fjCmzTM?si=wrr10MTxDI7o5nih
Or, this one from Leo Kottke...
From a live album and my first Jimmy Buffett concert, listen for the Wisconsin reference at the end. Happy birthday JB
https://youtu.be/f9CgMAT2ybc?si=MHUOHJ9-rGZhhrp-
I like Sam. There's also a red dirt country thread that may interest you.
Trapped in the People's Communist Republic of Massachusetts.
Makes me wonder what @Yakster is smoking tonight.
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Among my favorite bands. Particularly love the live stuff. RIP Phil..
Don't let the wife know what you spend on guns, ammo or cigars.
https://thevioletlight.bandcamp.com/track/nasht-kamen-thah
New song by Chris Kelly.
Eldritch Pipes: Created by Chris Kelly in Warwickshire, England, Eldritch Pipes are distinguished by their gothic and heavy metal-inspired designs. These pipes are made from high-quality briar and German vulcanite rod, and are finished either smooth, rustic, or with a blend of both for unique designs. Eldritch Pipes are designed to stand out and cater to those who appreciate a more unconventional aesthetic.
--Johnny Cash
The Frozen Logger
As I sat down one evening within a small cafe
A forty year old waitress to me these words did say:
"I see that you are a logger, and not just a common bum
'Cause nobody but a logger stirs his coffee with is thumb
My lover was a logger, there's none like him today;
If you'd pour whiskey on it he could eat a bale of hay
He never shaved his whiskers from off of his **** hide;
He'd just drive them in with a hammer and bite them off inside
My lover came to see me upon one freezing day;
He held me in his fond embrace which broke three vertebrae
He kissed me when we parted, so hard that he broke my jaw;
I could not speak to tell him he'd forgot his mackinaw
I saw my lover leaving, sauntering through the snow
Going gaily homeward at forty-eight below
The weather it tried to freeze him, it tried its level best;
At a hundred degrees below zero, he buttoned up his vest
It froze clean through to China, it froze to the stars above;
At a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love
They tried in vain to thaw him, and would you believe me, sir
They made him into axeblades, to chop the Douglas fir
And so I lost my lover, and to this cafe I come
And here I wait till someone stirs his coffee with his thumb."
Trapped in the People's Communist Republic of Massachusetts.
Trapped in the People's Communist Republic of Massachusetts.
This album came out 50 years ago...
https://youtu.be/BN1pIzq3PQI?si=BLV4if2dwzbLGIW3
Give it 'til 0:50