So I says to the trucker, I says, "I'd better shovel that little guy up before you drive over and smoosh him through the grizzlies." The trucker gazed at the bird for a moment, then gave me a quizzical look and inquired, "Where did that come from?" Either he was bullshitting me or his brain had been teased. Whichever it was, for a moment there, I was deeply moved by the situation.

I found an iceberg floating in my soul.
It was always there until the sun went up my hole,
to find a little warmth from the cold, cold world,
to find a little warmth from the cold world.
On the ice, I skidded and swirled,
until my toes curled up around the idea that I'm a boy and you're a girl.
I found a house falling down inside your head.
I picked up a brick and made sugar flow from my head.

It's hard to know what I mean when you're so damnably sweet.
I miss you like madness and happy feet.
The feet that danced, skipped and skated,
every time we interrelated.

I don't actually endorse that lyric transcription, particularly the line about flowing sugar. It sounds like there is something about a pillow in there to me, but I have even less faith in my own interpretation. In any case, I'm down to a mere 272 songs in my itunes right now. I keep resisting the urge to add more songs because, as it stands right now, I can hit shuffle and pretty much not need to skip any songs. Songs written and performed by Babybird himself, Mr. Stephen Jones, make up the largest chunk of what populates the playlist, with songs by Devo running a close second. This surely comes as a shock to no one.