And above all this falderal
It gives me irrational joy to know that The Decemberists exist and that people besides me buy their music. I haven't taken their latest CD out of my car stereo in two weeks. More songs about ghosts, sailors, doomed lovers, and one epic tale of revenge in the belly of a whale:
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth.
But oh what providence,
What divine Intelligence,
that you should survive as well as me!
It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear.