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Monday, June 30, 2014

Social Disease

Among the great songwriting teams of the 20th Century, your Rogers and Hammersteins, your Lennon and McCartneys, you've got to include the two who wrote this song: Words by Bernie Taupin & Music by Elton John.


I think it's fair to say that I'm one of the world's worst banjo players. That's not self-deprecating humor or humility, it's a cold, hard fact. Most people stop doing something after 20 or 30 years of doing it very poorly. But I'm not most people. I love the banjo. Maybe it doesn't love me enough. Did it ever think of that? Probably not as it's a lifeless hunk of wood and metal.


Pour yourself a drink and join me, if you'd be so kind, in my quest to become "a genuine example of a social disease."






My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
Disturbance gonna crucify my days


And my days just get longer and longer
Nighttime is a time of little use
And I just get ugly and older
I get juice on Mateus and just hang loose


And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and I have a real good time
I'm a genuine example
Of a social disease


My landlady lives in a caravan
That is when she isn't in my arms
It seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms


And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
While I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams


And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and I have a real good time
I'm a genuine example
Of a social disease