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One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.

When logic and proportion
Have fallen softly dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"

Another long night spent in the wonderful warmth of wibbble's virtual company. And with his aid, I may have a solution to the hardware woes that've been plaguing me. *wry chuckle* Hey, Crys? Feel like buying me a ROUTER? It's a staggering $4.99 after rebates. *giggles softly*

Yes, I'm kidding. Well, about someone buying it for me... the price really -is- $4.99 after rebate. :p It's nearly 6am and I'm STILL up, which means I'm punchy and goofy and blushing an awful lot over stuff. *purr* Um... wow... okie, time for bed...

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Today from Ellie's Near-Bottomless Music Library, we have a long time favorite. Besides, this seemed much more appropriate than the posting of the lyrics to Little Susie Shallow Throat. :p

You Never Even Call Me By My Name
performed by David Allen Coe, with Charlie Pride and Merle Haggard

Well it was all that I could do
To keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me "darlin'," darlin.
You never even call me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore.
Even though you're on my fightin' side.

CHORUS:
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
I never minded standin' in the rain.
You don't have to call me "darlin'," darlin.
You never even call me by name

I've seen my name a few times in your phonebook
And I've seen it on signs where I play.
But the only time I know
I'll hear "David Allan Coe"
Is when Jesus has his final judgement day

CHORUS

(spoken monologue)
Well a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song, and
he told me it was the perfect country and western song. Well, I
wrote him back a letter and told him it was not the perfect
country and western song because he hadn't said anything at all
about mama or trains or trucks or prison or gettin' drunk. Well,
he sat down and wrote another verse to this song and he sent it
to me and after readin' it I realized that my friend had written
the perfect country and western song. I felt obliged to include
it on this album. The last verse goes like this here:

Well I was drunk the day my mama got outta prison
And I went to pick 'er up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck,
She got runned over by a damned old train.


CHORUS to Close

After a nap I'm feeling a bit more presentable. I need to forage for something edible here, and decide what I'm doing. Dunno yet. We'll see, yes? Might spend the night working more on my collection of recalcitrant computers....