The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
While playing in a band with 2 hard-core Hendrix fans, the 3 of us had decided to do our own version of Fire in a really slow, bluesy-funk style (which, if I say so myself, DOES work & sounds pretty friggin' cool!) I was playing drums & volunteered to write down the lyrics while the guitar & bass players got their chord & key changes figured out. I set my finished lyrics on a music stand where my buddy could easily read them and we started to do a take. We got through the first verse with no problem, but when he got to my lyrics he suddenly stopped playing. With a really amused expression on his face, he kind of stifled a guffaw while choking a little and simultaneously shot a small snoog out his nose onto the lyric sheet, and finally dissolved into a puddle of energetic hilarity. Yes, I was definitely embarrassed to the max when it happened & still feel foolish 20 years later when we get together...
12/12/2005 2:26 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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