i stumble down the harbor to the tavern on the square
and heard a raucous ruckus as it rang
from some foul inebriates
the men i used to call my mates
were lost in song and this is what they sang—they sang:

"hey, hi, yo, ho
o'er the atlantic we go
drinking 'til we all get sick
and comin' up with limericks
but we never quite remember how they end"

Broken Bride Overture - Hot Problems

aka: “In which Andrew Volpe gives me an awkward boner over the theoretical film score for what would be a perfect film series”

filed under: “Goddamn I wish I had $25 to give to Hot Problems so I could get the new album plus all the bonus Broken Bride tracks goddamn”