Damn, this took me much longer than I though it would. I apologize for my poor English. I'm already working on a colored version, but if anyone wants to give it a try, please do!

(Not very happy with it, though.) If you like this version, don't forget to check on the b&w version too! =)

Metaphorest wrote it and sang it; the lass writes in French too? She's a regular Nabokov!  Suzyrene played magnificent piano.  Today Madrond101 resurrected in true french form with his accordion, which inspired themetafictionist to sing a harmony part, which has inspired me to sing this.

I think it probably sounds a bit too much like ol' Tom.  En plus, mon français peux être plus claire.  Mais putain, c'est écrit par une irelandaise alors merde.

Noah Segan reading "Starfish" tiny story at the first hitRECord At the Movies show on 4/23.

Had this tune in my head for ages and Joe's words fit perfectly. Et voila! Kept it simple so do add whistles and bells and voices as well!

And happy pre-birthday Joe! <3

How strange it is to record drunk-style vocals at 10 in the morning.

I hope you enjoy the many face of Man With Hat Drunkenly Singing.

Note: Not actually drunk. If you want the real experience, come to Seattle and buy me a drink or two.

More musical layers to come. Banjo? Highly likely.

Haven't edited a thing for a while, so I decided to start with something simple. Not satisfied with the ending, but still somewhat smiling about a job done ^^

<3

EDIT: This is an old traditional. I did not write it, but I did write this melody for it. There are many other interpretations. That's why I like it.

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Oh death
Oh death
Won't you spare me over til another year

Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me
Well I am death none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell

Whoa death someone would pray
Could you please come and take me another day
The children pray the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach

I'll bind your legs til you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw til you can't talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour come and go with me

Oh death
Oh death
Won't you spare me over til another year

My mother came to my bed
Place a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a moving upon my soul

Oh death how you're treating me
You close my eyes so I can't see
You lock my jaw so I can't talk
You bind my legs so I can't walk

Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you'll remove your icy hands

Oh the young the rich or poor
All alike to me you know
All your wealth, your silver, your gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Oh death
Oh death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Won't you spare me over til another year
Won't you spare me over til another year