Folk music is boring. “Black fall, the die doe, blow ye winds, high ho,” hell, that’s boring, but I am a folksinger. This is a folk music organization. You are ostensibly the folk, nest pas? That means we own this song together, right? We have thereby incurred certain social obligation which we will faithfully discharge, right? We’re gonna sing this damn song together, boring or not!
I’ll sing to that…
There’ll be pie in the sky when we die! That’s a lie!
I hope you got enough pie before Friday &… I hope there’s pie where ever you are now, sir.
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