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August 19th, 2004


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09:13 am - Order of Ritual for Buffett:
Here's the generic order of ritual for the Buffett liturgy at Summerland:

0: Processional: The Tiki Bar is Open

1: Unity Prayer:

2: Earth Mother: One Particular Harbor

3: Awen: Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season

4: Purpose:

5: Outdwellers: Fins: Hula Girl sacrifice

6: Well: Pirate Looks at Forty

7: Fire: Southern Cross = Far Side of the World

8: Tree: Lone Palm

9: Gatekeeper: Beachhouse on the Moon

10: Opening the Gates:

11: Ancestors: Son of a Son of a Sailor / Cheesburger in Paradise

12: Nature Spritis: Savannah Fare You Well:

13: Deities: Perfect Partner

14: Welcome to the Kindred:

15: Final Sacrifice:

16: Omen: Coconut Telegraph:

17: Litany of the Waters:

18: Hallowing of the Waters: Boomerang Love

19: Bardic Circle: God's Own Drunk

20: Closing: (thanks)

21: Gatekeeper: Beachhouse on the Moon

22: Closing the Gates: Lone Palm

Now, who's gonna be there? Sounds like this Summerland might be a bigger festival than most previous ones!
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Current Music: "Train to Dixieland", -JB

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Date:August 19th, 2004 06:51 am (UTC)
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Nope. Though Buffett didn't write it.

Actually, he's not allowed to perform it anymore. The guy who wrote it died, and Buffett recorded it, and the guy's son took legal action based on copyright laws to stop Buffett from performing it.

Instead, when people request "God's Own Drunk", he sings something called "The Lawyer and the Asshole"

This lawyer, and this asshole
Out in california
Told me I can't play
"God's Own Drunk" for you no more.

I hate bein' told
What I can't and can't do
So here's a little message
So I can even up the score.

Kiss my ass, Mister Greedy
Somethin' here is wrong.
You want all that money,
and you never wrote the song.

I'll bet your poor daddy's
rollin' over in the ground
So I'll just sing my own good tunes
they still get me around.

Kiss my ass, kiss my ass, kiss my ass.


However, I suggest that those attending Summerland don't look up the words, and that'll ruin all the fun that the piece is. :)

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