We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
"Close your eyes, close the door, You don't have to worry any more. I'll be your baby tonight.
Shut the light, shut the shade, You don't have to be afraid. I'll be your baby tonight.
Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away, We're gonna forget it. That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon, But we're gonna let it, You won't regret it.
Kick your shoes off, do not fear, Bring that bottle over here. I'll be your baby tonight."
"I'll Be Your Baby Tonight," the last song on John Wesley Harding and the one which portended the shift to country on Nashville Skyline. But a catchy little tune in its own right. A version from the Fall 2000 tour is below.