the egg has to break itself.
shooting popguns at the stars,
the little pink elephant lies broken on the floor.
we don't have the time
to feed each other lines,
to look for all the signs.
we've got to revel in our lives.
emily and i had to work pretty fast on this one.. she wrote the music on the keyboard before we left for the store, i think.. and then started recording when we got back. i wrote some lyrics, and we sang a bunch, and then we started clapping and emily started beatboxing (she always does, eventually).
in any case, i think it turned out great. the King Hen tonight, yep. pretty fun.