Had I heard this song before I posted Marvin Gaye's Star Spangled Banner on Monday, I would have posted them together

For balance.

Also, gotta love that the song's "a showtune, but the show ain't been written for it yet."

Uncle Sam Goddamn is track 12 on The Undisputed Truth.

Gotta love it when a non-headliner plays a heartfelt one song encore.

After a solid many months of slackness, I'm back heavy into the introduce the world to Bob Doss project, and, one of my co-conspirators, the lovely LMW says:

Huh.  That's a weird opening sentence.

I respond:

Huh?

She reads:

Yesterday, while serenely mounting a ladder in the furnace room of the parsonage to change a light fixture...

And then she stops.  And decides it's a good mystery.  And a exceptionally excellent use of the word serenely.

And now I (and you) wonder what might follow...

My guess is that it involves an unexpected animal, hopefully a snake.

Catching up on The Bloggess, and I just learned that raccoons don't have saliva.  Granted, comments of the day from Bloggess readers are not the most reliable sources of zoological information (does zoology include saliva?), but, even if that's totally made up, isn't the thought of a saliva-less mouth really weird?  Like sort of unimaginable?  From the mouth perspective, anyway?  I mean we have seen snake and chameleon tongues, and, even if snakes and chamelons do have saliva, it looks to me like they don't, so my imagination can clearly handle the concept.  If a reptile is involved.  Or a fish, I guess.  Though I wonder if it's fair to call those things in the toungue-place in fish-mouths tongues.  Might we be anthropromorphizing, and the real function of the fishy-tonguey-thing is short term memory?  Though maybe it's not fair of me to define tongue so narrowly.  Who said tongues had to taste, and weren't allowed to remember or farm water-aphids?  If water-aphids exist and are beneficial to certain fish and their saliva-less raccoon tongues.

Ok.  Enough.  Sorry.  I get like this when I read The Bloggess.  It's weird.

Only a matter of time before serious rock opera music found its way onto this blog.  And I have a heavy urge to get weird and post a song about man eating siren snakes.  But I can't.  It wouldn't be right.  It's not a proper introduction to this album.

There really only is one proper introduction.

Carpet Crawlers is track 10 on disc 1 of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

Scribbled notes on a small strip of paper on my mother's kitchen counter, a to do list I figure:

Dry cleaning
Couch + Couch!!
The snake that lives in the house that nobody knows about
Call Denise
T.G.

We all speak our own little languages to ourselves.  Imagination is everywhere.