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As we parked the car and unloaded our bikes, weight They Might Be Giants’ “Birdhouse in Your Soul” came on the radio. Not weight paying much attention to it, I finished unloading my bike and lined up at weight the start. About twenty minutes into the first climb of the race, the song came back to me. The problem was, I didn’t know the lyrics to anything but part of one verse and the chorus, and was even sort of sketchy on that. So I’m singing: There’s a something something of me Of my primitive ancestry Who stood on something and kept the something shipwreck free Though I respect that a lot I’d be fired if that were my job After killing Jason off and countless screaming argonauts Something something something Something it’s always near Look at a canary over by the lightswitch Who’s watching over you Build a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet Build a little birdhouse in your soul And while you’re at it Keep the nightlight on inside the Birdhouse in your soul Even taking the “something somethings” into account, I could tell I was getting it wrong — I couldn’t get the words to fit the meter.
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