Wow! As I was going throught the notes these weird favorite lyrics would pop into my head and then there they were! Be still my heart! As I read on I realize so much of my adult life has been carried on with HMR tunes and songs and clever variations. As a clawhammer banjo player I love to throw them into the mix and watch the faces...recognition/nostalgia/confusion/pure fear!?

So...my parting words...you have to imagine the great nasal-ly voice) My mind grows weary and my body grows weak My lips aren't formin' the words I'm speakin' Floatin' around on a boatful of pain Hear my sad cry never see me again By now Camille