It's a small song about a blurred childhood memory of a night in the woods when a wild boar made us run home in panic. The monster came through the ground Across the glade we ran There was a sense we felt again - never felt again.

Don't go to the streets Where they put you to the ground Where they put you to the wall And they steal your broken heart Don't go to the streets Where they say that it's ok Where they've seen it all before And they put you to the wall The hand…

Don't go to the streets Where they put you to the ground Where they put you to the wall And they steal your broken heart Don't go to the streets Where they say that it's ok Where they've seen it all before And they put you to the wall The hand…

by John Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Flea, and Chad Smith

Went back and listened to Simon, discovered I disremembered the chords on the chorus. Aaaaarrrggghhhh. Back to the drawing board. Dumped the mandolin solo I had in v.1 in favor of guitar. I still can't play mandolin worth beans. Itty bitty…

2 part lap steel in E, improvs.

Kock the manure off'n yer boots, pop open a Bud and git down git funky.

We are teenagers...this is the music of youth.

We are teenagers...this is the music of youth.