calling_all_bed_wetters silentbob mood: cheerful music: decemberists in my head take a long drive with me on california one, california one and the road a-winding goes from golden gate to roaring cliff-side and the light is softly low as our hearts become sweetly untied beneath the sun of california one take a long draw with me of california wine and the wine it tastes so sweet as we lay our eyes to wander and the sky, it stretches deep will we rest our heads to slumber beneath the vines of california wine? beneath the sun of california one annabelle lies, sleeps with quiet eyes on this sea-drift sun what can you do? and if i said, O it's in your head on this sea-drift sun what can you do? we're calling all bed wetters and ambulance chasers poor pick-pockets bring 'em in come join the youth and beauty brigade we're lining up the light-loafere'd and the bored bench warmers castaways and cutouts, fill it up come join the youth and beauty brigade noting will stand in our way i figured i'd paid my debt to society by paying my overdue fines at the multnomah county library, at the library they said 'son, go join up go join the youth and beauty brigade' nothing will stand in our way the_decemberists decemberists 040603 what's it to you? who go blather from