Saturday, January 5, 2008

Don't Go Mistakin' Paradise for the Home Across the Road

If you're feeling down, and you have a ukulele, and you like Dylan, then get the ukulele and play "The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest." It's only three chords, and the verses are spoken more than they are sung.

The song is about a guy who gives in to temptation and then dies of syphilis after spending over two weeks in a whorehouse, but it really sounds like a happy song when you think about it.

Maybe when Steve dies, I'll play that song at his funeral and hope that his family assumes that I wrote the song about Steve and that the Frankie Lee character, who dies in the whorehouse, is Steve. "Steve really loved whores," I'd say to his mom.

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