YND 13: Got Clogged You're Nearly Dead
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The theme this week is Country! Given that two of our hosts play and write in a Country Rock band, they should knock it out the park. Or the country park, if you will. This week’s pieces: CHARLIE Cloggo It was 1889 They built this dirty maze of mine I keep things moving right below your feet Where the sun don't shine Is where I spend my time I know it better than I know the street All week I'm knee-deep (But My girl is) so sweet When I leave it behind Til one day I saw that She was on her back With the guy the keeps the drains in town intact Now when you're feeling fine In 2099 You won't know what's right below your feet It's my baby And the drain man maybe The other sewer rats have had a treat BEN Clogged When you asked, in your gentle tone To use the most private part of my home I was torn to tell the tawdry truth That room belies my ample youth I would not wait on this stalemate My body’s a temple I desecrate Now the pipes are packed, the flow is low And I don’t know when I’ll next go To save us both the grievance I’d find another convenience Clogged I got clogged Now I cannot find my way through the fog Clogged I got clogged Now my love is like a broken bog MATT Got Clogged When you left me I was torn in two Between Two halves of broken heartache Like this I’ve never seen Before I can make it to my feet I’ve hung my head and cried. But I’m a rock. And I gotta keep rolling on. Cos if I don’t I know I won’t be the man That I want to be I’ll be stuck in a rut I’ll be too cut up to see What else is out there And I ain’t standing No, I ain’t standing I ain’t standing for that. You’ve taken 12 of my years from me But None of that crossed your mind when it came to your cheating heart When you sat me down In this old chair To tell me you no longer cared... I’ll be a rock I gotta keep rolling on.
The theme this week is Country! Given that two of our hosts play and write in a Country Rock band, they should knock it out the park. Or the country park, if you will. This week’s pieces: CHARLIE Cloggo It was 1889 They built this dirty maze of mine I keep things moving right below your feet Where the sun don't shine Is where I spend my time I know it better than I know the street All week I'm knee-deep (But My girl is) so sweet When I leave it behind Til one day I saw that She was on her back With the guy the keeps the drains in town intact Now when you're feeling fine In 2099 You won't know what's right below your feet It's my baby And the drain man maybe The other sewer rats have had a treat BEN Clogged When you asked, in your gentle tone To use the most private part of my home I was torn to tell the tawdry truth That room belies my ample youth I would not wait on this stalemate My body’s a temple I desecrate Now the pipes are packed, the flow is low And I don’t know when I’ll next go To save us both the grievance I’d find another convenience Clogged I got clogged Now I cannot find my way through the fog Clogged I got clogged Now my love is like a broken bog MATT Got Clogged When you left me I was torn in two Between Two halves of broken heartache Like this I’ve never seen Before I can make it to my feet I’ve hung my head and cried. But I’m a rock. And I gotta keep rolling on. Cos if I don’t I know I won’t be the man That I want to be I’ll be stuck in a rut I’ll be too cut up to see What else is out there And I ain’t standing No, I ain’t standing I ain’t standing for that. You’ve taken 12 of my years from me But None of that crossed your mind when it came to your cheating heart When you sat me down In this old chair To tell me you no longer cared... I’ll be a rock I gotta keep rolling on.