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Caritas - Monday night [Open]

Jolee was sick of the Christmas songs. That's why he demanded that the band only played songs that had nothing to do with Christmas. There were a few times the band tried to work in the words "Five goooooold rings"... or, rather "Ughiiiiiiigh ugggggggh eeeeeeeeeegggs," into a song, but that resulted in a Force Thwap, so they stopped. But there was a tree behind the band and it was lit up, so it was still somewhat festive.

[OOC: Around but possibly slow as my mother is over for Christmas Eve.]

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Where there is no Christmas music.

Jack signaled the band, lyrics almost memorized, his best Gene Autry/John Wayne voice ready, and they started to play. (http://www.deborahharry.com/music/ghostridersinthesky.mp3) That didn't work. He spoke to them again, and they played a more traditional version (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxn48wSiCzg).

An old cowpoke went riding out
One dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as
He went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd
Of red eyed cows he saw,
A-plowin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
Ghost herd in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire and
Their hooves were made of steel,
Their horns were black and shiny and
Their hot breath he could feel,
A bolt of fear shot through him as
He looked up in the sky,
For he saw the riders comin' hard
And he heard their mournful cry:

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred,
Their shirts all soaked with sweat,
They're riding hard to catch that herd,
But they ain't caught 'em yet,
'cause they've got to ride forever on
That range up in the sky,
On horses snortin' fire, as
They ride on hear their cry:

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky.

The cowpokes loped on past him and
He heard one call his name,
If you want to save your soul from hell
A-riding on our range,
Then, cowboy, change your ways today,
Or with us you will ride,
A-trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies.

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky.

Where there is a man pleased to have no Christmas music.

Jack approached the bar. "Can I get a beer?"

"Of course," Jolee said, grabbing a bottle and putting it on the bar. "How are you tonight, son?"

"Not too bad. Enjoying the music," he said, clearly indicating his awesome singing.

Where you can sit and not listen to Christmas music.

Holy crap, I remembered to post this on a Monday!

...your mother is there? Or Jolee's mother? Does she say "I'm old!" a lot? :D

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Caritas - Monday night [Open]

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