What you suspected is now official:
At midnight I went down to the crossroads
and I sold my soul to the Devil.
Robert Johnson sends his regards, he served as my agent and helped broker the deal.
Elmore James couldn't make it. Elmore was busy instructing an audience how to best shake yo money maker using Google ads.
Google ads are bannered across the blog.
Play around with the ads - open a post in a separate window and you can get a feel for just how content-sensitive the Google AdSense can be. It works well and was an ease to implement. Not 100% simple and it took two tries, but hey my reflexes are not what they used to be.
My next goal is to post content that will cause the AdSense to post banner ads featuring Pigs Feet. And some such stuff.
[test]
Most Provacative Billie Holiday song title:
"Gimme a Pigs Foot and a Bottle of Beer"
(...)
Regarding the photo above:
1) No that is not anyone you know. Stop emailing your guesses.
2) It is from eBay, a woman was auction off her charming self for a banner ad of her own. I think she is from England, based on the term "advert" and a few other clues. Recently a guy sold his forehead for 1 year for a ad tattoo.
We can all start saving up for our soon-to-be required
US Government Barcode Tattoo.
One World Government, The Apocalypse is near,
Have A Nice Day.
Oh, and please click on the links from our kind sponsors.
In Economic terms it's: TANFL, there ain't no free lunch.
No Mo anyway.
The Sky is Crying, Look at the Tears Roll Down the Street.
3 comments:
Crossroads
By robert johnson
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
Asked the lord above for mercy, save me if you please.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by.
I’m going down to rosedale, take my rider by my side.
I’m going down to rosedale, take my rider by my side.
You can still barrelhouse, baby, on the riverside.
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy willie brown.
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy willie brown.
And I’m standing at the crossroads, believe I’m sinking down.
Shake your moneymaker
by Elmore James
Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker
And then?
Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker
And then?
I got a girl who lives up on the hill
I got a girl who lives up on the hill
Talk she gonna love me
But I don't believe she will
You got shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker, babe
Shake your moneymaker
Shake your moneymaker
You gotta shake your moneymaker
And then?
I got a girl and she just won't be true
I got a girl and she just won't be true
She's locked to the bridge
She won't do a thing I tell her to do
She won't shake her moneymaker
Won't shake her moneymaker
She wanna roll her activator
She won't shake her moneymaker
She won't shake her moneymaker
She won't?
The Sky Is Crying
by Elmore James
The sky is cryin, look at the tears roll down the street.
The sky is cryin, look at the tears roll down the street.
I'm wadin in tears lookin for my baby,
And I wonder, where can she be?
I saw my baby one mornin, and she was walkin on down the street.
I saw my baby one mornin, and she was walkin on down the street.
Made me feel so good,
Until my poor heart would skip a beat.
I got a bad feelin, my baby, my baby don't love me no more.
I got a bad feelin, my baby don't love me no more.
Now, the sky's been cryin,
The tears rollin down my nose.
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