The death of my 20's

Today I woke up next to the cutest and warmest little 2-year old heater that I could ever imagine, the sound of Bill Callahan (aka Smog) singing in the background, and my loving wife Alesa with a letter from some friends and family. What a way to start your 30's! Thanks.

The song I woke up to today- an ode to the death of my 20's and start of my 30's:
Bill Callahan, Smog

A river aint too much to love
-Say Valley Maker

With the grace of a corpse
In a riptide
I let go

And I slide slide slide
Downriver
With an empty case by my side
An empty case
That's my crime

And I sing (Say Valley Maker)
To keep from cursing
Yes I sing (Say Valley Maker)
To keep from cursing

River Oh
River End
River Oh
River End
River Go
River Bend

Take me through the sweet valley
Where your heart blooms
Take me through the sweet valley
Where your heart is covered in dew

And when the river dries
Will you bury me in wood
Where the river dries
Will you bury me in stone

Oh I never really realized
Death is what it meant
To make it on my own

Because there is no love
Where there is no obstacle
And there is no love
Where there is no bramble
There is no love
On the hacked away plateau
And there is no love
In the unerring
And there is no love
On the one true path

Oh I cantered out here
Now I'm galloping back

So bury me in wood
And I will splinter
Bury me in stone
And I will quake
Bury me in water
And I will geyser
Bury me in fire
And I'm gonna phoenix

I'm gonna phoenix!