next pudsy song

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM (don mclean - starry night)

see this picture? it's by vincent van gogh, i grew up with this picture, for a large for of my childhood, that print, along with many others by other painters including hieronymous bosch and others stared down from the house walls.... hear that song? doesn't it just want to make you cry every time you hear it? just break down and start crying? i'll be using it for my next pudsy song, once the sunflowers in my garden bloom, which won't be long, as usual, the lyrics will be adjusted a little to reflect pudsy's existense, the challenge will be to sing it entire without breaking down into tears

 Starry, starry pudsy eat your pienso blue and grey, Look out on a summer's day, With eyes that know the darkness in mice soul. Shadows on the hills, Sketch the trees and the daffodils, Catch the breeze and the winter chills, In colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to meow to me, How you suffered for your pudsy, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now. Starry, starry pudsy Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze, Reflect in pudsy's eyes of china blue. Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain, Weathered faces lined in pain, Are soothed beneath the pudsy's loving paw Now I understand what you tried to meow to me, How you suffered for your pudsy How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you, But still your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night, You took your milk as pudsies often do. But I could have told you, pudsy, This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you. Starry, starry night. Portraits hung in empty halls, Frameless head on nameless walls, With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the strangers that you've met, The ragged men in the ragged clothes, The silver thorn of bloody rose, Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Now I think I know what you tried to meow to me, How you suffered for your pudsy, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they're not listening still. Perhaps they never will...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8wIn5L-RoE&feature=youtu.be

update, ok so after rehearsals, we cut a track and now we'll have it mixed in with the music and so forth, stand by for more