Shepherd Of The Gurneys: Ultimate Pandemic Mix

Sunday, March 8, 2020

Ultimate Pandemic Mix

Enough doom and gloom.
Life is more fun with a soundtrack. Here's one for the next few weeks and months.
Don't be a bunkered-in Branch Covidian, at least not inside your own head.
Tell this virus it picked the wrong goddamned rec room.
Then go forth, and kick its ass.
Humming a tune or three.

For your listening pleasure, we present 14 15 (But wait! There's MORE!) 16 tracks to get through your day, and days to come; the Guardians Of the Galaxy Ultimate Pandemic Mix Vol. 1©:

Everybody was Kung Flu fightin'...

My My My My Corona...

I've got a fever, and the only cure is more cowbell...

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