Missin' The Mudcat Blues by BSeed bSeed's Comments: Last year in October we had a series of weekends when the threads wouldn't open: Max left town and everything went to hell in his absence. Three weeks in a row I wrote songs about what it was like to be without the threads. I got the blues 'cause the Mudcat's gone and crashed again; My God it hurts, the Mudcat's crashed again-- Good golly Miss Molly, when will them crashes end? I gotta have the 'cat, 'cause I got a lotta stuff to say; Oh, I need them threads 'cause I got so much to say. But Benjamin and Barry Finn and all the threads have gone away. I need Barbara and Art, I need Alison and Mick, With only silence from the swamps--I know I'm gettin' sick, Tim and Chet and Northfolk, you're gone but what can I do? I'd ask Joe Offer, but dammit, he's gone, too. With no Harpgirl and no Raven I'm stuck all alone in lonesome hell; Bill's in Alabama, and there's no Wolfgang here in hell, Roger, Pete, and Ewan, Mike and Murray, they're all gone as well. There's no word out of Brisbane, and Vancouver's quiet, too; There's no word out of Brisbane, and Vancouver's quiet, too. You gotta get me back on line, Max, 'cause what else can I do? I got the blues 'cause the Mudcat's gone and crashed again; My God it hurts, the Mudcat's crashed again-- Good golly Miss Molly, when will them crashes end? c. Charles Kratz (12/0ct/98)
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