NONKINSENSE
Adventures of an Analog Man in the Digital Universe, with a little help from my friends and relations.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Dave Edmunds, we love at Nonkinsense, it's as Subtle as a Flying Mallet, for a long, long time, why not record and perform this Arch Hall, Jr. song, before Junior Brown gets a hold of it: Nobody Lives on the Brownsville Road
At the old rock house on the Brownsville Road, the crazy things happen according to the code.
You turn to the left at the sign of the toad... to the empty old house on the Brownsville Road.
The old rock house on the Brownsville Road, crazy things happen according to the code.
The code of the ghost at the sign of the toad... nobody lives on the Brownsville Road.
Oh, they scream and they sway and they bring in the day and the wind sounds make you shiver.
They dance and they sing 'til the wild ones ring and the noise goes down to the river.
You see, no one lives on the Brownsville Road.
They grin and rave of the cool, cool grave and they do the razzamatazz.
Their neckbones click as they swing their chicks... a'rockin' to the Brownsville jaaaaazz.
At the old rock house on the Brownsville Road, crazy things happen according to the code.
The code of the ghost at the sign of the toad... nobody lives on the Brownsville Road.
Like, nobody lives there... DIG?
