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Bob Ross

Lyrics: Radford
Music: Benedetti

Bob Ross never tried to force his ways upon us. Always calm. Always gentle. Always concerned for wildlife. He would paint, and using his gentle methods, each of was bettered, whether we chose to create or not.

With his frizzy hair and his even frizzier beard, and his little flying squirrel upon his shoulder, he would paint and he would talk about the trees. ``Let's paint a happy little tree here,'' he would say, ``or a white picket fence. Or a majestic moutain.''

It did not matter. His gentleness remained. So as I spread my alizarin crimson on my palette and mix it with some cobalt blue, I will always remember Bob, and the gentleness he preached throughout his life.

Chris DuPuis: accordion
Michael Radford: vocals
Kurt Revis: accordion
Adam Villani: accordion
Recorded November 24, 1995 at Seattle's SuperChronic studios
Engineered by Jon Lange