Troubadours X

All apologies to Bob for not getting his song up in time; my week long euphoria over having sole possession of first took precedent over any other responsibilities. To make up for this injustice, I have a mid-game conciliatory song, sung to the tune of Townes Van Zandts’ “White Freightliner Blues.” Not that I have any experience with this, but I hear that in times of trouble—such as when you are losing—it’s best to sing a song. Lucky for you, I have one all lined up. Fuck you all…two games in the lead and I continue to rule….

The game’s all but wrapped up now
And I’ll continue my first place fame
The game’s all but wrapped up now
I’ll continue my first place fame
Austin Azathoth won’t find a way to steal this game

Well, the lead in wasn’t bad, Lord
When I saw the score I almost came
The lead in wasn’t bad and, Lord
When I saw the score I almost came
Austin Azathoth: A team that’s real fucking lame.

Patrick Willis could save you
But the man’s been rendered tame
Patrick Willis might have saved you
Had I not turned the man tame
By slicing off his cock, Lord, and feeding him the goddamned same

Well the game’s almost over, Bob
And your efforts have been in vain
The game is almost over Bob
Your efforts are all in vain
Now Austin Azathoth can feel the limits of his shame.