Is this fucked up or is it all made up that it’s fucked!?
Sing it, Lonnie Walker.
Heartfelt, hook-laden southern indie rock for summer days without air conditioning. For fans of Wilco, Titus Andronicus and the like.
Song: Grape Juice
Album: These Times Old Times Master
I did not write the melody to this song. Its transcribed from this 600 year old visual representation of Hell. In one small section of the Where’s Waldo style hellscape a man is being crushed by an instrument and has this melody written on his butt.