the Folk C Thang.

I decided to get back to my Pyscho-billie roots.
Well, when in (Rome) , I mean, Indiana,
One should try to blend in with the locals, the townies.
Here I am featured for the first time
on washboard, harmonica, acoustic guitar, and tambourine.
No words to speak of , just felt silly and right.
I was going to make some sort of joke lyric
about how I believe Walt Disney masterminds his child stars,
to grow up to be pop stars, then turn into porn stars,
and then overdose and die by age 27. Of course the “death”
is staged, all pre-planned since the kids were 3 years old.
Album sales sky-rocket.
But instead, I left this as an instrumental.
Hope you all are happy.