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Drinking With the Devil

by Andrew Steck, Ripley Keller

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Drinking With the Devil (feat. Jeremy Dyson) 05:37
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I was drinking with the Devil and the Devil got drunk Passed out cold so I put him in the trunk Drove downtown to the county jail Said, "Book this crook don't set no bail!" Police said, "What did he do?" I said, "What did he didn't do? This is the feller that started it all. Way back when there weren't no law. This is the dude that invented crime, And he ain't even done no county time!" "Well hold on, son," that deputy said. "I can't book him till his rights are read. And anyway boy; you got some proof? How do I know you're telling the truth? Both of you drunks- back in the cell! And any kinda trouble, you'll wish this was hell!" So, me and the Devil got locked in the tank That's when I noticed how much he stank. That sumbitch just lay there stinking Gross mother fucker is what I was thinking. Bout that time I heard a roaring. Damn drunk devil done commenced to snoring Drool was splashing from his flapping lips. His nostrils wheezed with an evil hiss. I started thinking and thinking fast What if the devil starts passing gas? I'll probably die a horrible death And my lips will turn blue when I run out of breath! I jumped up and I ran to the door! I beat and I yelled, and I cussed, and I swore! Had all I can takes, I can't takes no more! Open this god damn mutha fuckin’ door! Well, the police looked and laughed and left I slid to the cement floor and wept Another fine mess I'd gotten me in What did I think, I could get rid of sin? The district attorney will shit in his britches And he'll tell the judge who'll be rolling in stitches They'll probably bury me under the jail And the Devil will carry my soul back to hell. Well, I crawled in the corner and covered my head Tried to remember what grandaddy said Bout thinking and drinking at same damn time You could sell your soul for a dollar and a dime. Well I must have fallen asleep for a spell On the pissy floor of that concrete cell Cause I woke to a pungent burning smell I looked at the devil and said, "Oh Hell!" He was sitting and smiling and smoking A great big joint he was puffing and toking The smoke was so thick I could barely see Then the Devil leaned over and passed it to me! Well, I was stunned and about to be stoned! I tried to say thanks but just gibbered and moaned I took a big drag of the Devil’s Dope And my eyes became billions of telescopes! Everything everywhere fused into focus Like abracadabra and hocus-pocus! And all of a sudden I always knew There never was nothing unnatural or new And nobody never knows better than you There's ones that don't and there's ones that do! Give is to take as smile is to sob And the poor damn devil's just doing his job. I woke the next morning the devil was gone I figured some lawyer had posted his bond Breakfast was better than beggars should beg Two slices of toast and a hard-boiled egg Believe it or not I mean who woulda thunk I drank with the devil And the devil got drunk. -Davis Ripley Keller, June 1994, Athens, Georgia
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Drinking With the Devil [Radio Edit] (feat. Jeremy Dyson) 05:37
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I was drinking with the Devil and the Devil got drunk Passed out cold so I put him in the trunk Drove downtown to the county jail Said, "Book this crook don't set no bail!" Police said, "What did he do?" I said, "What did he didn't do? This is the feller that started it all. Way back when there weren't no law. This is the dude that invented crime, And he ain't even done no county time!" "Well hold on, son," that deputy said. "I can't book him till his rights are read. And anyway boy; you got some proof? How do I know you're telling the truth? Both of you drunks- back in the cell! And any kinda trouble, you'll wish this was hell!" So, me and the Devil got locked in the tank That's when I noticed how much he stank. That sumbitch just lay there stinking Gross ****** ****** is what I was thinking. Bout that time I heard a roaring. Damn drunk devil done commenced to snoring Drool was splashing from his flapping lips. His nostrils wheezed with an evil hiss. I started thinking and thinking fast What if the devil starts passing gas? I'll probably die a horrible death And my lips will turn blue when I run out of breath! I jumped up and I ran to the door! I beat and I yelled, and I cussed, and I swore! Had all I can takes, I can't takes no more! Open this god damn ***** ****** door! Well, the police looked and laughed and left I slid to the cement floor and wept Another fine mess I'd gotten me in What did I think, I could get rid of sin? The district attorney will **** in his britches And he'll tell the judge who'll be rolling in stitches They'll probably bury me under the jail And the Devil will carry my soul back to hell. Well, I crawled in the corner and covered my head Tried to remember what grandaddy said Bout thinking and drinking at same damn time You could sell your soul for a dollar and a dime. Well I must have fallen asleep for a spell On the pissy floor of that concrete cell Cause I woke to a pungent burning smell I looked at the devil and said, "Oh Hell!" He was sitting and smiling and smoking A great big joint he was puffing and toking The smoke was so thick I could barely see Then the Devil leaned over and passed it to me! Well, I was stunned and about to be stoned! I tried to say thanks but just gibbered and moaned I took a big drag of the Devil’s Dope And my eyes became billions of telescopes! Everything everywhere fused into focus Like abracadabra and hocus-pocus! And all of a sudden I always knew There never was nothing unnatural or new And nobody never knows better than you There's ones that don't and there's ones that do! Give is to take as smile is to sob And the poor damn devil's just doing his job. I woke the next morning the devil was gone I figured some lawyer had posted his bond Breakfast was better than beggars should beg Two slices of toast and a hard-boiled egg Believe it or not I mean who woulda thunk I drank with the devil And the devil got drunk. -Davis Ripley Keller, June 1994, Athens, Georgia
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Drinking With the Devil (Instrumental) 05:38
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This is the poem, "Drinking With the Devil," by Ripley Keller set to music by Andrew Steck and read by Jeremy Dyson.

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released October 20, 2023

Words: Ripley Keller
Vocal Performance: Jeremy Dyson (narrator), Andrew Steck (deputy/police)
Music written and realized by Andrew Steck
Album art: Klon Waldrip
Produced by Andrew Steck

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Andrew Steck Athens, Georgia

Composer/musician from in Athens, Georgia. Compositions are informed by varieties of jazz, European classical, American traditional music, R'n'B, various rock forms, Latin American styles, experimental music, electronic music production, global music traditions, etc., etc.
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