Take the ribbon from your hair Shake it loose and let it fall Lay it soft upon my skin Like the shadows on the wall Come and lay down by my side Till the early morning light All I'm takin' is your time Help me make it through the night I don't care who’s right or wrong I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord, tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight And it's sad to be alone Help me make it through the night I don't care what's right or wrong (Yes, I do!) I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord, tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight Lord, it's bad to be alone Help me make it through the night
ELAC: Cal.E, why are you laying on the head monk’s bed, watching his large screen T.V. and listening to a sad country music song?
C..: I’m listening to country music because it reminds me of my best friend, d.c. scot. And I’m lying on the head monk’s bed because it’s the best place to watch the Astros’ game that’s about to come on the channel I put the head monk’s large screen T.V. on. This music and this T.V. are going to help me make it through the night.
E.: But the head monk forbade us from watching television or listening to any music other than the music that the monastery’s band, the Monk Keys play. I suppose that this is a progressive monastery, since most only let the monks use their voices and not instruments to make music. They all play the keyboard, so they call themselves the Monk Keys.
You’re going to get in trouble and get us both kicked out of the monastery, though, if you don’t stop doing what you’re doing!. You need to come with me now, before the head monk comes back and throws us out!
C.: Chill, ELAC. He won’t be back for a while.
E.: How do you know that?
C.: He’s out on a house call.
E.: What are you talking about? Monks don’t make house calls, Cal.E.
C.: They do if they think that an animal is drowning in a nearby river.
E. Explain, please.
C.: Well, when I lived on my home planet, I was the queen of that planet. So, I had my choice of entertainment. We didn’t have television or radios, though, so I asked for a court jester. The one that was supplied to me was a ventriloquist. I made friends with him, and he taught me how to throw my voice.
I saw that the Astros were playing That Team Up North Whose Name Must Not Be Mentioned in this blog (according to d.c.), so I decided I wanted to watch it; Consequently, I threw my voice to the river while the head monk was out washing his clothes in it. He thinks that there is a drowning cat in that river. He won’t be back until he finds a drowning kittie and rescues him or her, I’m sure. That could take a while, since there really is no drowning cat.
E.: I don’t know, Cal.E. Using your talent for the dishonest purpose of commandeering the head monk’s large screen television to watch a baseball game sounds wrong; especially since the head monk really hates the Astros, and that’s the team you’re trying to watch.
C.: Oh, come on, it’s a foolproof plan! You can join me if you want. It will be okay to watch just one Astros’ game.
E.: Well, if you’re sure…
C.: Oh no!!
d.: Well, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
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