Similar to the first Song of the Hill (see the entry from 4/29 for the back story), I was lying in bed, all sleepy, when this version of the song came to me. It's the same song, but a different version. I'm coming to the realization that I'm writing a requiem album for this poor, nice hill, that's getting ripped up. I'm very sad. Pictured above is the newest flier that I posted across the street from the destruction. I'm a sad camper. I'm doin' everything I can think of for that poor hill, and it still doesn't feel like enough. But, at the same time, I feel as honored as all get-out to be receiving these songs from that nice hill. Like I said earlier, I hope I do right by you, friend.