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Come April  				c. 2020 by M. A. Manetz

V1
On these four gray walls I've painted her picture with my mind.
Holdin' her in my dreams the only comfort I can find.
One more lonely winter in this cold and lonely place.
The only thing that's kept me sane is the memory of her face.

Chorus
Come April, I'll make it better,
Come April, it'll be so fine.
Come April, I'll make it up to her,
Come April, she'll be mine.

V2
Six months in this prison, six months till I'm free,
Six months since her last letter, does she still care for me?
My brother came to see me, said she's movin' to L.A.,
I tell myself come April, I'll find a way to make her stay.

Chorus

Bridge
Am I a fool to think that she would ever wait for me?
I don't blame her for leavin', but yet I still believe...

Chorus

Come April

To the Esteemed Members of UNESCO, and Fellow Members of the Omaha Jelly of the Month Club,

My esteemed colleagues hereby present to you, our learned and fellow jelly enthusiasts, an audio transcription of the document contained in Natt Brus’ memoirs, comprising approximately 6/17 of Appendix A. To put an end to all the speculation roiling up in this time of paradigm-shattering discovery, I must say directly that this is indeed a true copy of Natt Brus’s Epistle to the Marfians. Indeed, those who were left to maintain the true teachings of the Sacred Order of Zoraostrian Gyrations in the areas of Marfa and Sierra Blanco, Texas, and Rock Springs and Mhoon Landing, Mississippi have long held that their copy of this document is indeed a letter from the fugitive Natt Brus, and that it discloses to them the penultimate mystery of Monomentality- that is to say, the doctrine called “Chemtrail Heaven”. I must disclose to this august panel of enlightened lovers of gelatinous fruit-based condiments that my very own father- Jaques Santo Patricio Krank VIII -during his time among the Earth Men, was a member of the Marfian remnant and missionary to the Polymentals. However, my colleagues and I have submitted a summary of my claims for blind review and critical analysis by scholars appointed by the Billings Gun and Knife Club and the Amateur Ostrich Research Society of Western Louisville. We have passed with flying colors.

Writing to the Marfians, about the state of Monomentality and the ultimate destination Chemtrail Heaven, Brus writes that when the “final pennywhistle cries, in einem Augenblick, ye shall be transmogrified.”  Of course, as is well known from the now authenticated but previously disputed transcript, Brus then spent dozens of pages exhorting his disciples to never forget the true power of funk, face-melting solos, and mixes that feature the drums. Also included were two obscure exhortations concerning the handling of various food items, passages I cannot fully decipher for the uninitiated without penalty of “Ultimate Castigation.” (Which I cannot describe, or else I will endure “Double Ultimate Castigation.”) First, Brus writes that when handling the “bulbous melons” belonging to a female companion, one must squeeze them- one with each hand- gently, “at least in the beginning.” Second, Brus writes that a truly desirable female friend will bring only the most choice pieces of bread, or “buns,” to her male friends- buns that are firm and well-formed in the hand but pliable under the pressure of a gentle squeezing. Though I sincerely wish that I could share the meaning of these two fundamental principles, I am limited to telling you that, thanks to Natt Brus, we have known the only realm of heaven higher than Chemtrail Heaven. The journey, as they say, begins here. 

Very Truly Yours, 
Admiral Alberto Alejandro Krank IV

Post Script: Please note that this track is the result of Nic channelling the spirit of Natt Brus and delivering the sermon with guitar tones, Vice Commandant Dubois playing electric and slide guitars, Monkey Blood Lowdown making percussive sounds on a drums set and playing the electric guitar and bass guitar and mixing the whole mess into a coherent whole, and myself adding an unhealthy but habitual ration of guitar wankery. And remember, Cincinnati, we love you, but your skyline chili is garbage. And that’s something only a true friend would tell you.

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NIGHT FLIGHT is an exciting and thrilling musical journey together with the fantastic musicians @Rock-Flexible and @joerxworx. Both also very well known for their own fantastic and extraordinary musical works. We wish you a peaceful and relaxed listening. Above all stay healthy!

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I'm not average in my thought
I'm not average in achievements
Though I'm pretty much self taught
Do I sense a bit of jealousy
When others don't have nought
I am not average

I'm not average with rhyming couplets
I'm not average in what I know
I'm not average in my singing voice
And I'm not average down below
Something's swelling more than my head
Which still continues to grow
I am not average

I'm not average as a person
I'm the second coming of Christ
And thinking how I look
I'm not average in my eyes
And I certainly wouldn't be average
If I was betwixt your thighs
I am not average

I'm not average

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I'd lose each and every fight
I'm less than average at talking
And I have diminishing sight
I'm trying hard not to admit it
But alas I think I might be less than average

I'm average in my lifestyle
And the way I style my hair
And if you did pass by me
It would be like I wasn't there
I need some reassurance
But you probably don't care that I am average

I am average
And I don't want to be average!!

I'm not average at boasting
I can cook the tastiest meal
And if you had my lips upon you
You'd sure like how I feel
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