The Strange Brew boys continue their quest to get weird with a little night session at Trollhaugen, as described by Keenan Cawley.
‘We made way from the city to the lake
Motivated by that cold and necessary escape
To shake and warm up the bones
Away from the Danger to familiar Christmas-lit homes
And zones, better research so no tricks’re stolen
A brief stop with Jeffy and the boys at Trollhaugen
Till 3 in the morning we carved and got licks
Under clementine snowstorm puking white on the clips
And dicking around trying a hand at Soaps
With endless affinities thanks to the towrope
And no dope so we’re early to rise
Tacking off imaginary lists, dreams in our eyes
And the sky’s a-chagin’ colors, startin’ to see our breath
With that cold chill coming creeping quickly down our necks.
Hyland’s best took us for a spin
But now we’ve got more adventures to begin.
Perhaps more work in the Minnesota wind
Or perhaps flock north to a new Michigan …’