Post making contest 3.0

This is update #125.

Behind these two hills here, there's a pool. And when I'm swimming in through a tunnel, I question my existence...

This is not entirely wrong, somehow. It captures the right feeling, at least.

You know I went to my house, wasn't nobody there but fremp. There was trouble there was worry, Lord like the whole world could see! (note: these lyrics are sampled)

And this one got to me. The idea of someone like Lightnin' Hopkins even saying the word "fremp" is just.

From the lowly mountains, to the highest peak, my heart is singing, I can hardly hear anything over this racket !

Fun fact: one of my housemates last year described this song as "nothing but static, in all honesty", but that just means both of you are completely incorrect.

Come with us to where man has never been, but to where he will go, as certain as the passing of time. Come with us to the space consortium . The weird dog is waiting.

This isn't really wrong either. When I first did the Space Consortium segment of my perpetually-unfinished Hawksquawk episode this was the very track I used, which is probably why it was fresh in my mind.

Also Ix I am glad that my self-indulgent musical mystery tour gave you a pleasant trip down nostalgia lane. On the other hand, I am now sat here grappling with myself as to what I could possibly permit to be on the bottom row of the 5x5 grid I am putting together, because somehow I am going to have to betray both past and present me to trim the shortlist down and it's agony.

End of message.