Self Unemployed: I’ll Sleep On It

 Before we get to the goodies, here’s the goods. Straight up from the juiced-box, a brother who has lived there, died from it, then went back to live there again. The man, Warren Zevon. His message? My shit’s fucked up. [Press ‘Play’ for some fucked up shit. You’ll come for the lyrics, but the guitar…

Self Unemployed: A Chalk Outline of His Former Self

Press ‘Play’ for some appropriate tuneage: Janis Joplin – Mercedes Benz Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town? I’m counting on you, Lord, please don’t let me down. Prove that you love me and buy the next round. Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town? Here’s the…