My daughter gave me the theme for this one. I kind of feel ho-hum about it. My son doesn't like it because my friend Bill dies in it.
I need to tweak the way I manage my website. It looks like I'll be using Soundcloud when I don't have a clear idea of which album to put a song.
This is an example of what I call "ambient acapella".
I did not know
there were magical snowflakes here.
I did not know
that they could, yes, devour people.
That snowman there used to be my friend Bill.
That snowman there was the milkman Will.
And that snowman here was a meany, it's true.
That's why he has poop for his shoes!
He was a meany, yes, it's true!
And now he has poop for shoes.
Dogs they knew that he was really bad,
so they came to him from all around.
The magical snowflakes turned him in to snow
devouring his feet.
But those dogs they thought it oh, so neat.
They squatted right in front of the man.
Right in front of that snow, snow man.
And gave him some feet made out of poop.
It was the best they could do.
They would give you poop. Yes, you!
But that man he was such a meanie.
When he was turned to snow,
we all squealed with glee.
That man he was no friend to me.
I'm glad to see him gone.
Though I wish the line were not so long.
The magical snowflakes killed so many!
Devouring their insides like they were a penny
dropped in some pickle juice with a scratch
and soon to destroy themselves
as chemicals processed
producing lovely energy
like sparkles in the snow
like maybe a snow rainbow.
Magical snowflakes devouring people.
Not just people, sometimes sheeple.
Magical snowflakes destroying all
but leaving just out town,
though some buildings have been burned down.
Those that survive may wish that we'd died.
But that man, he has poop in his insides.
We punched a hole in his snowy carapace,
and the dogs they went to town,
for no one they liked his frown.
And the magical snowflakes destroy so many
lots of people destroyed like a penny
smashed in one of those lovely things to make a souvenir.
And when it warms up, they'll disappear.
Magical snowflakes all around.
Lovely, sparkly lights can be found.
Now I hope that you'll stay indoors
and not be turned in to this fright.
These dogs, yes, they are truly fine.
They just leave poop. It's out of sight.
And when it warms up, there will be such a fright.
So many things may be made right.
It will be a lovely town.
I hope you'll come on down.
There won't be snowflakes all around.