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• Artiste: Trip Shakespeare
• Titre: Toolmaster Of Brainerd
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He held a job at the Buckeye Creamery Toolmaster of Brainerd He had a way with the old machinery Toolmaster of Brainerd But on the day when the shutdown came All his old girlfriends looked the same He rumbled down for a change of scenery Hello, Toolmaster of Brainerd Inside his case was a Gibson disaster Toolmaster of Brainerd He played guitar like a master but faster Toolmaster of Brainerd He came to town on a charter bus Too young and sweet to be hustling us He played guitar like a natural disaster Play on, Toolmaster of Brainerd Who's that calling at the milking stool Up in Brainerd, where the children go to milking school He learned to play the Gibson that his dog had found And he came to haunt the bars of Minneapolis town Now the spellcasters, the jewelled and cruel pastors In town came to shackle and chain the Toolmaster He will(?) a fool fast in the jaws of cash-flashers Insane with blue magic and flames, Toolmaster return A letter came from the Buckeye Creamery It said, "Mr. Master of Brainerd," What? "We're gonna start up the old machinery" Why? "Mr. Master of Brainerd" All his old girlfriends lined up in the sky Told him to kiss the Twin Towns goodbye He rumbled north for a change of scenery Goodbye, Toolmaster of Brainerd