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I make playlists up all the time. Occasionally, I actually put them together, type up lyrics or song list, make some album art, and deliver them to friends and family. I’m working on one now and the theme allowed for inclusion of one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums of a favorite artist.

My dewy-eyed Disney-bride what has tried
Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?


Whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide

Jesus don’t you know that you coulda died, shoulda died

With the monsters what talk, monsters what walk the earth

She’s got red lipstick
And a bright pair of shoes

She’s got knee high socks what to cover a bruise
he’s got an old death kit she’s been meaning to use
he’s got blood in her eyes in her eyes for you
he’s got blood in her eyes for you

Certain fads: stripes and plaids, singles ads
They run you hot and cold like a rheostat I mean a thermostat
So you bite on a towel, hope it won’t hurt too bad

She says I like long walks and sci-fi movies
You’re six foot tall and east coast bred

Some lonely night we can get together
And I’m gonna tie your wrists with leather

And drill a tiny hole into your head

I love having children that are six and four because they are increasingly in my world. Now they can read, they can perceive, they ask questions, and they like listening to my music in the car, loudly – just like me!

Nels is obsessed with the old Royal typewriter I have on my desk. We’re in the process of getting it into typing shape, but it kind of works. Thus the discussion of “monsters” in the above song lead Nels to type “mosdr” – his own rendering of the word.

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