I was listening to a song by Ween today, probably my favorite Ween song, “What Deaner Was Talkin About”, so I thought I’d share some of the lyrics:

The wash is out,
It’s hanging up,
And all I have is nothing.
Nothing to do,
Nothing to say,
I think I must be dreaming.

The sun comes up, and I’m all washed out,
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
I don’t think I will ever return again, my friend…