So, anyway, as of today, I’m apparently the same age as the Reverend D. Wayne Love in 1998 or thereabouts.
And the sound makes its way outta the window
Minglin’ with the traffic noises outside, you know and
All of a sudden I’m overcome by a feelin’ of brief mortality
‘Cause I’m gettin’ on in the world
Comin’ up on forty-one years
Forty-one stony gray steps towards the grave
You know the box, awaits its grisly load
Now, I’m gonna be food for worms
(I’m not really that depressed about this birthday, but it’s such a random age to be mentioned in a song, and it sticks in my head. And it’s a kick-ass song. Kate hates the intro, and always skips it, but I like the effect. That whole album is excellent, actually, though I haven’t liked much of their other stuff.)

