A Burnbath Classic... currently not airing.

     Ok, so being this is the Burnbath blog it's about time we air some tunes that made the band so mildly famous!  Let's start off with a remix of the Burnbath death metal song.  Memory fails me at the moment the actual name of the original, though I do remember something about "Bricks and Bottles."  So we shall call it thus.  This rendition is entitled "Midnight Dragon."  It's a slowed down, jazzed up version that speaks on one of my favorite drinks of yore.  The 64 ounce Midnight Dragon.  A mighty smooth beverage served up in a handled brown glass bottle.  A case of 9 split betwixt 3 makes for quite the unfortunately memorable experience.

     1 dragon.  2 dragons.  3 dragons?  Why?

     Upon awakening you thank God! you're in your own bed.  At least, somehow, you made it home.  What the fuck time is it?  God, what did I do?  What didn't I do?  Feelings of guilt and self-resentment slam you right in the face and back down on the bed.  Any chance I had a nightmare?  Nope.  The first thing you remember is falling backwards into your parents flower bed whilst your buddy Kev begs you to give him the code to your garage door.  Lying on your back you see Mom and Dad.  Feet first, midsections, then ultimately their worried faces as the door passes overhead and under the ceiling...  man, that can't have turned out well.  A glass of water and a smoke later, it's time to lay back down.  Around hour 2 of consciousness the previous evenings events start slowly paying dividends out of a memory bank entirely fucked from a night of relentless, unadulturated deposits.  The first and second memories surface.  Then comes that third , offensive, soul destroying, highly regrettable, "man, I-don't-think-I-can-ever-talk-to-my-best-friend-again-ever" memory that hits you right in the gut and for the first time in your life you consider suicide as a viable option.*

But it's all good.  Thankfully, Midnight Dragon has the same effect on everyone!  Nobody truly knows what happened the night before. (All will be revealed, rest assured.)  That's the beauty of drinking the Dragon.  The next day we all wind up being "that guy" from the night before. 

     ...ooh, what a mighty smooth beverage.  How I miss you Midnight Dragon! And 64 ounce bottles of brew for that matter!  Where have you gone?  Why did you abandon me??? Why?!?  

gII

*suicide is for pussies...pussy's?  Either or, you're still a pussy dead or alive.  Might as well live.