Sunday, May 17, 2015

Friday, May 15, 2015

The Drought Song

In which we attempt to bring an end to the drought by writing a song about it.

Here we go, California. Get those umbrellas ready.



If You Can’t Send Water

Words and music by Erin Friedman

My morning shower is a dribble from a low-flow shower head
My front lawn made the cover of House and Garden of the Dead
Farmers fret but LA pools are full and the water table’s sinkin’
But water is for fightin’ over and whiskey is for drinkin’

We prayed for a pouring rain
Prayed for snow on the Cascade Range
California’s  parched and dry
Our lawns are brown and crispy
If You Can’t Send Water, Lord, send whiskey

Send a bottle, send a barrel, send Jack, Johnnie or Jim Beam
Shout “AMEN!” for an A-list, 80-proof drought-relief team
Won’t waste H2O on ice or cocktails that need shakin’
We'll take it straight, inebriate, for the sake of conservation

We prayed for a pouring rain
Prayed for snow on the Cascade Range
California’s parched and dry
Our lawns are brown and crispy
If You Can’t Send Water, Lord, send whiskey

Drink a toast to hopeful prayers
And to the bartender upstairs
If You Can’t Send Water, Lord,
Send Chivas,  Crown  or Cutty Sark
Bushmill’s, Jameson or Maker’s Mark
If You Can’t Send Water, Lord, send whiskey