The Mysterious Production of Eggs

A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left

1127 Your Redemption Is at Hand based on Luke 21_20–28

A tender, porch-light country-folk ballad about an elderly couple spending a quiet Christmas alone together for the first time in decades, now that the kids are grown and gone. With warm memories flickering like tree lights, they reflect on burnt turkeys, broken angels, northern lights, and fifty winters shared. It’s a gentle celebration of enduring love that’s moved past the noise of young family holidays into something softer, deeper, and perfectly enough: just the two of them, still each other’s home.

Just Us This Christmas

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# alpacas # walking # hills #wool # pop

I love animals. Especially the stubborn ones: cats, donkeys, sheep, cows, dogs that stop in the middle of a walk in the rain (basset hounds, beagles) and, above all, alpacas, which know the difference between those they will follow and those they won't. Animals that like to go against the grain.

Lyrics. 

[Verse]
We step in line one by one
Hooves tap-tap under the sun
The hills roll wide the sky’s undone

[Chorus]
A little walk with my 36 alpacas
They hum a tune it’s a wild sonata
Step by step we own the panorama
Oh yeah oh yeah my woolly drama

[Verse 2]
Their coats of fluff sway in the breeze
A rainbow herd across the trees
We make the trail a masterpiece

[Prechorus]
Their eyes like stars so bold so bright
They march with pride they own the night

[Chorus]
A little walk with my 36 alpacas
They hum a tune it’s a wild sonata
Step by step we own the panorama
Oh yeah oh yeah my woolly drama

[Bridge]
One stops to sneeze another stares
Two get tangled who even cares
We laugh we run we don’t compare
Our fluffy love is beyond repair

We Gathered in Spring

Midlake