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Posted on 4/14/17 at 8:41 pm to Jefferson Dawg
Posted on 4/14/17 at 8:41 pm to Jefferson Dawg
I wanna tell you about some McSnoot Ales I inherited and the Big Beat. And some cigars too.
Out here on the back deck there are no stars.
This is the land where the COlonel died.
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Posted on 4/14/17 at 8:58 pm to Jefferson Dawg
First up: Jai Alai India Pale Ale
(French name for Spanish game like what we call horseshoes).
First impressions:
-stinks like pinecone owl piss when opened like every other IPA I've ever opened.
-might be the best IPA I've ever had though.
-doesn't make me thirsty after every sip. Nor want to spit.
-There may be citrus orange notes, or it may be i'm thinking that because of the orange on the label and because its made in Florida.
-Also, I give it points for not having hippie jamband type marketing.
A Song: LINK.........................
Posted on 4/15/17 at 9:24 pm to Jefferson Dawg
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name
Then Onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other time it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Greatest Bob Dylan lyrics of all. And that says a bunch....... LINK....................
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