More please

The music in the lobby of an office building in oil-rich Midland, Texas yesterday:

The lunatic is on the grass 

The lunatic is on the grass 

Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs 

Got to keep the loonies on the path

And in a bookstore in San Francisco today:

I have loved some ladies 

and I have loved Jim Beam 

And they both tried to kill me 

in 1973 

When that doctor asked me 

'son how'd you get in this condition?' 

I said 'hey Sawbones I'm just carrying on 

an old family tradition.'

I have no idea what shadowy clique is orchestrating these cultural subversions, these subtle jabs at the walls of our echo chambers, or what their agenda might be.  But whomever you are, please continue.