The Whiskey Priest and Charlie Parker

Thank you very much for sticking around, being my friend and making me feel like a boss. You wouldn't believe what happened at the club today [?]. No time for jokes. I think there's another song. We're lucky. We need a monitor right here, here on this microphone. A little small one, yeah. The only four letter word you can say is gyro. One, two, three, four, G-Y-R-O. I'll do one more written piece. And then we're gonna, like I said. Fucking trusses in the cеiling are gonna start coming apart. Thank you so much.

Hey Rose, that's it for thе tape. That's it for the rape. That's it for the tape. It's called The Whiskey Priest and Charlie Parker. I wrote this when I was 13. There's a big bowling alley on the soul of Charlie Parker, it's where the devil and his henchmen bowl. There's a big yellow arrow which takes you to his grave. And his mother awaits you there, tells you it's safe. And there's a whiskey priest sitting in the back seat of a car. He's got Charlie's horn, a set of dice, and a jar. There's moonbeams, Billie Holiday's smile. The Sunday funnies in it, and more. But it's hard to tell whether the priest is sincere. He's rotting in the cold. Is it any wonder time seems so slowed down? Is it any wonder miles didn't show? Got a one-way ticket, and I'm not coming back. Got a one-way ticket, I'm not coming back. The chauffeur in the car fires the engine up. The priest throws the dice at me. My right hand explodes. I'd come here to be reborn and use my right hand to play old Charlie's horn. Is it any wonder time seems so slowed down? Is it any wonder miles didn't show? Got a one-way ticket, I'm not coming back. Got a one-way ticket. Baby, I ain't never coming back.

Duncan Channing. Thank you. Devil's editor. Bail letter wearer. You aborted it, you bastard.