Countless Screaming Argonauts

I blame ravenbait  for playing Birdhouse In Your Soul on Blip.fm (that made me smile) - this morning I woke from a dream of recording and mixing the damned song.  Vocals, harmonica, bass guitar and a drum loop.  If you've heard me sing or go near an instrument, you'll know that this dream was the purest wish-fulfillment fantasy.  You'll also have my deepest sympathy.  Still, I've been singing it to myself all day today.  Dogs howl, babies' bottles curdle, the moon turns verily to blood. 

...the server room must listen to me / filibuster vigilantly...