Blue Label Special Vol 1 or 'Kilmarnock goes by the wayside, as goes everything eventually.'

Unofficial lyrics to the song ABLE ARCHER:

We pressed in closer listening
To the distant ringing cathedral bells
The trees have lost their leaves for good
And the sky’s become a carousel
Well we left our land in the middle west
Where a thousand forests might've grown
We'll leave it to the scientists
To take and burn this ground away
Gordievsky's flipped again
And I'm sent to bed early again
So I'm counting on the day after next
To take and burn these clouds away
Waiting back in home-room
On another dreary day of school
And I'm locked in with the bins & brooms
So I'll have a chair and wait upon you fools

We recently added a small bar area in the dining room, always freshly stocked with Johnny Walker (black) and other fermented dee-lites. Burgundy wants to become a sort of walking bartender's little black book.  For that, I applaud him.  I will sit by the fireplace, rock a little, read a little Still Life With Woodpecker, and wait for my scotch on the rocks damn you.

Video for 'Able Archer'.

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