entry #6200 journey to der Kronkhaus

[scottobear]

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Mister Charlie Lyrics Annotated

I take a little powder, take a little salt, put it in my shotgun, I go walkin'
Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low,
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so.

I won't even take your life, won't even take a limb,
Just unload my shotgun, take a little skin.
Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low,
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so.

Well you take my silver dollar, take those silver dimes,
Fix it up together in some alligator wine.
I can hear the drums, voodoo all night long,
Mister Charlie tells me I can't do nothing wrong.
Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low,
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so.

Now Mister Charlie told me, won't you like to know,
Give you little warning before I let you go.
Jubba jubba, wolly bully, looking high, looking low,
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie told me so.
Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, Mister Charlie, Mister Charlie told me so.

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Well, I'm off for now. I'll return in a bit, with some creative knifework in my back. I can feel that my body is a little nervous, though on a conscious level, I'm very calm and more than ready. I've got my little lucky tokens with me, and I'm a little thirsty. Since I can't eat anything, it's a dingo's breakfast for me. Actually, maybe I'm mistaking a mild thirst for nerves... Dry mouth is one of the caveman defense mechanisms that the hindbrain still notices. I've got solid, healthy thoughts, and some good vibes from friends and loved ones. I'll be thinking about my sweetheart, and that makes any nervousness melt away like a Popsicle on the sun.

Until later, dear journal! Keep an eye on Newt while I'm out if you like.

A possibly closer to real time Newtcam.