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Guitar to crossroads is the devil coming to you. Getting to Hell itself...hmmm...
Brother Where Art Thou, you'd have one of those rope-driven raft things they use in the South of the US at small rivers, and a thin, speachless man to take you across, maybe playing an accordion with a broken concertina-box, so it makes a ghastly noise.
Otherwise, I'd say the Blues answer in was the Whisky bottle. Smoke and drink and set the whisky in fire, then drink it down/pour it over yourself, and step into the darkness, or something.
Don't forget that if you drink of the water, you forget - v. blues, too. |
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