Dr. Depressington's Little Empathy Engines
Owen Reynolds
The man died on my arm. With a stupid grin and darkening bandana around his leg, he wailed out a couple of melodies he had evidently not been practicing. Told me to keep it fun. Maybe a sing-a-long. Let the banjo do the heavy lifting. He handed me a fishscale, to naturally weigh the sharp and flat. He told me to coat them in excess grease. Then
The man died on my arm. With a stupid grin and darkening bandana around his leg, he wailed out a couple of melodies he had evidently not been practicing. Told me to keep it fun. Maybe a sing-a-long. Let the banjo do the heavy lifting. He handed me a fishscale, to naturally weigh the sharp and flat. He told me to coat them in excess grease. Then apply the grease. He went on for a long while. I, after an eye-opening power nap and internal pep talk, finally asked if maybe I should go. Mistakenly believing I was offering to return with help, he interjected, “I AM a doctor!” (emphasis mine). I refused to pay attention for the remainder.
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Am Been Broke 3:160:00/3:16
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There They Go 4:220:00/4:22
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Won't Help Me Now 3:540:00/3:54
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Arkansas Traveling 3:130:00/3:13
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Go About It 2:530:00/2:53
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Invisibly Handed 3:130:00/3:13
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I Will 3:450:00/3:45
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Watch Out 2:400:00/2:40
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Bad Knee 2:380:00/2:38
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Empathy Engines 2:540:00/2:54
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