For those of you who have not read my previous entries, I will be brief. My dear friend Captain Hornish was eaten by a Giant Mekong Catfish last week.
Long ago I was broke, temporarily court-martialed, and addicted to heroin; living in New Orleans and playing in a Creole jug band. So I decided to write this song for Deceased Captain Hornish. I love you.
P.S. This previous entry will give the song the requisite context.
Here is "Hornish's Lament"
Friday, April 11, 2008
An Ode to Hornish
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2 comments:
It's amazing what you can get those old fingers of yours to do, Admiral. Impressive.
That sounds like something that Ween would consider too creepy to release. Admiral, did you have a tracheotomy?
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