Kompani K: Onkel Osvalds Orkester, Spelar Til Dans

like moonshine whiskey and a hillbilly wife (Guitar Town)

Posted in Free Liu Xia by Knutsvik on July 22, 2014

so this feels like an 80ies summer again, and

 

I’m riding my Apache-bike and wearing aviators and a Chevrolet-cap, and J’s dad makes moonshine whiskey down below. he plays the guitar, Creedence, obviously, Who’ll Stop The Rain, and he’s drunk and says he hates Johnny Cash and J and me have played Highwayman over and over and cannot understand why, but J’s dad says no, Johnny Cash just stands there and sings about people in prison and there’s no energy and he’s drunk on moonshine and picks up his guitar and starts singing an old Creedence song again, and there’s no way his wife cannot tell, even if she came from some hillbilly town in Eastern Norway and married a truck driver from Stavanger, a skeet shooter and duck hunter, and she has great tits like all moms back then and works as a cleaning lady at our school and doesn’t mind that her husband pours me moonshine as long as J doesn’t get any

 

and one day she opens the door topless, she was younger then than I am now

 

and this feels like an 80ies summer again

 

like moonshine whiskey and a hillbilly wife with great tits

 

and Steve Earle and Creedence Clearwater Revival

 

and a bike and a Chevrolet-cap and a great pair of tits 

 

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  1. hobokollektiv said, on July 22, 2014 at 11:26 AM

    Man, it’s those lost highways & topless hillbilly women that break our hearts & makes us feel younger than we are now all at the same time. And it’s always Steve, Johnny & CCR we’re coming back to when we drink moonshine whiskey in the back seats of these Cadillacs watching the wide horizon & the river flow.

    And it don’t matter if we’re strumming the guitar, writing stories or taking pictures … all we’re doing is trying to get closer to a great pair of tits, the booze & the feel of being young again. Young & restless, buddy. Again & agian. Because that’s what we are. At least in our minds. At least when facing a great pair of tits.

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on July 22, 2014 at 10:40 PM

      haha, ay, Fritsch, buddy, I was young and could’ve sucked on those hillbilly tetas for hours back then (shit, I could have done the same now :D)!

      thanks, pal!

      Hepp!

  2. MT said, on August 3, 2014 at 4:51 PM

    I just smile of you two men, boys in your hearts 🙂

    God sommarklem frå meg

    pst Zamoyski, eg som ikkje har facebook og twitter o.a får ikkje legge att eit hei og hopp til deg, så no gjer eg det her inne, hei hopp og god klem til deg 🙂

  3. z ... said, on August 7, 2014 at 6:04 AM

    ***

    Great Post MK !
    Vivat EN, JC, SE…hihi !
    Here Summer lies dormant
    I have killed Summer premeditatively
    Ad pst – if you do not mind

    z…lives quietly at her WordPress Castle
    thanks for the Hug and welcome to my Winter Realm

    *


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