Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Bob, A Head, Ragtop

“Rain drop.”

“Hey, Jer. Rain drop.”

“Jer! Rain drop!”

“Aw, c’mon. Rain–”

“Drop top, Weir.”

“–drop. See? Wasn’t that fun?”

“It was something.”

“We should do it onstage tonight.”

“We’ll see.”

“Aw. That always means no.”

“It does, yeah.”


  1. That’s not the briefcase of infinite felonies, is it?

  2. I guess “Bob, A Head, Landau” doesn’t have the same ring to it.

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