Dearest Tiffany

(Male vocal)

Frostbitten by arctic vampires. Our hero motioned forward, crossed the plain,

determined not to find a place where he could permanently remain. Yet at the same

time, it wasn't hard for him to toy with the notion, to disregard all those people

depending on him, and lay down beneath that icy ocean. But he rose up like a

bountiful garden, harvest miracle grown on solid water, and the king from the next

town over was overjoyed that he had found his only daughter. So he crowned him a

knight with a sword to his temple. So proud of sight was he that she swore to be

faithful. Dear is Tiffany. I made it through the winter, however miserably, hunting and

fishing and living in a mountain with a grizzly bear. I mean literally. Anyway, I know

you've been missing me, but lately I've been feeling like we should be thinking

realistically. It's interesting. Things don't just change instantly. I'm beginning to see

that we have remains in history. We're finished. I've learned to appreciate the simple

things. So now I think I'll just stay here in the forest and play at my fiddle strings. I

only wish you the best. Sincerely, gravel rain gun, formerly from the Middle West.

(Acoustic guitar and harmonica solo)

(Female vocal)

A cowboy hat floats along a tall grassy field in the outback and stops. Long dirty blonde

hair flows from under the brim, over a womanly form and crop. She drops down to

her knees, holding her stomach as if she been shot. A funny abdominal feeling has

been keeping her wandering a lot. Shocking realisation suddenly grabbed her hard

by the heart. This was a part of gestation as she felt it try to move around in the dark