See the year out at nine

No projects have been started
All old ones are done
The parties were all last week
This week, they're all gone
Everything's closed and empty
Waiting for the new year
If I don't see you till then
At least be well, my dears

Keep each other warm at nine

So starts the first of winter
Also the longest night
Now join our celebrations
We use to praise the light

Snuggle up at nine

Now it's December
Outside it is cold
We're bundled in covers
New songs stitched of old

Two for the price of one at nine

I generally don't do Black Friday
I don't like big crowds for great buys
But a flat tire coming home last night
Decided to prove otherwise

Something along those lines at nine

November's a month out from winter
November is rainy and cold
Fireplaces burn
While outside, leaves turn
Or at least, that's what I've been told

A cool breeze at nine

Yesterday was food poisoning
I swear to god I felt like death
Today was nice and slow at work
So had a chance to catchy my breath

Dive in at nine

So, help me out here
I thought I had a theme planned
but it did not flow

Whatever's left at nine

Gosh, October sure was fun
Halloween's what's that's about
But, I think after this last run
I'm feeling a bit themed out

Guess we'll find out at seven

So now we dance! This hallowed eve,
Masks and costumes, not to deceive
'Tis all in jest! Or else we grieve
And fret: what friends, what mark we'll leave

Not afraid of the dark at nine

Got a .357 loaded with 925
Got a bandoleer of wooden spikes
There's a tiny black candle and a nice little jar
You could say I have plans for tonight.
Two books with me: one is full of spells
The other, monsters of history
The things of the night gonna live in fright
'Cause now, they gotta deal with me

Blood suckers at nine

Parasites are everywhere
Not just the dating scene
If they "can't live without you"
We all know what that means

Nine o'clock is RIGHT BEHIND YOU

Humans are persistence hunters
And so it seems to me
The animals we followed
Saw us how we see zombies

More where that came from at nine

I'll tell you a ghost joke
Then, after you hear it,
If you groan a little,
I'll tell you that's the spirit

Should be cooler by nine

Last weekend was the first day of fall
I really don't believe that at all
Someone was either mistaken or lied
Seeing as it's ninety degrees outside

Not that I'm playing that at nine

The days are getting shorter
You all know what that means
We're not very far away
From dearest Halloween

Feeling lucky at nine

You know when the first is a Sunday
Something else will be in the works
It's no surprise when it happens
Just one of those calendar quirks

Back to school at nine

The days are getting shorter
(And cooler, I suppose)
Four months left in this decade
Don't you wonder where it goes?

The last stab of summer at nine

More water is carried
By air that is warm.
That heat also powers
The largest of storms.
This trend will continue,
How long have we got?
Tonight is some songs
About how it's been hot.

all over the place, like the heat, at nine

First it was hot and then it rained
So that was mind of nice
Tonight, I'm playing music
Stuff I like, to be precise

everything but the ugly, boring truth at nine

You can say I'm in denial
And you would not be wrong
But if we're going to be honest
This year's already too long.

Cool off at nine

After driving around all week
In inhumane summer heat
And humidity un-unique
I'm ready for some notes and a beat

Let me tell you a story at nine

Last year was Christmas in July
But looking back, I think
That didn't really do so well
So tonight's classical strings.

By sound alone, at nine

owning a house is just
knowing the difference between
forty and four grand

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Some jazz at nine

There's fifty states, last time I counted
But after this year, I may have doubted

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African funk at nine

Last week we had funk, of course, of course
This week, we trace to the source, of course

Get down at seven

Last week was kinda jazzy
Last week was kind hep
Tonight, we're getting funky
Tonight, we're gonna step

40 years ago, at nine!

animating our bodies to dance
stimulating our imaginations
to express our faith through song
nourishing our souls
to march against injustice
and to defend our country's enduring promise
of freedom and opportunity for all

Fine sounds at nine

Tomorrow is the first of June
Tonight's the last of NinjaTune.

Lower your heart rate at nine

Well, that was the week that was
People were pushed near their limits
If any week needed to calm down
It was this one, wasn't it?

Probably pagan at nine

Tomorrow night's our next full moon
Meanwhile, we've got NinjaTune.

The end of a busy week at nine

I know that it's not quite June
But I'm doing some Ninja Tune

More milestones at nine

At some point, you can buy alcohol
But first, you can vote and can drive
And then, you get cheaper insurance
And wonder how you're still alive
The knees and lower back suffer
Your middle increasingly goes
And they always say the memory
Is the *second* thing that goes
Full of tears and joy and fun
Another trip around the sun.

South America is doing neat stuff at nine

The world tour's coming to an end
We've been everywhere but Europe
And North America, of course
Source of most our tourists
But, we need to make a stop
In the western hemisphere
And we so often ignore it
A shame, as it's so near

Our third stop on the tour, at nine

Not to get bogged in trivia
The crossing point of great three ways
Birthplace of many ideas
Waystation for so much trade
It was the center of the world
The backdrop for this weekend's feast
Three continents are fastened here
Asia Minor--the Middle East

Second stop, Asia! At nine.

Land of riches, lands of spice
Land silk, and land of rice
Tonight, an certain paradise
And songs from there that should delight

Our plane first lands in Africa at nine

Our family first started here
A high and grassy plain
Punctuated with big cats
And sometimes total rain
A land of many cultures
Birthplace of our first Eve
Contains fifty-hour countries
And the music they conceive

Songs about one of these at nine

Things that weigh eight pounds:
-Newborn baby
-Gallon of milk
-Human head
-Spiral-cut ham
-Box of cremains
-Bag of flour (after one loaf has been baked)
-Cat

sun crosses the equator at nine

There's lots of storms, so that's a thing
I guess we're finally into spring.

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Fitted sheets at nine

Somewhere between love and hate
Is where the needle hovers
(It's rarely ambiguous)
When someone discovers
That the songs they know and love
Just happen to be covers

The jungle blooms at nine

Foul winds howl about us.
The ground beneath will shake,
With everything that's going on,
I sure could use a break

Out of this world at nine

When the lights went out in New York
Forty-two years ago in July
It pumped a new genre called 'hip-hop'
With a sudden equipment supply.
The volume of artists could now do
A hereto impossible thing
So, while we all dance to those samples,
Just remember that context is king

We're number one at nine

It's been a month of numbers
It all comes down to this
And unlike some bomb's countdown
There's no shrapnel to dehisce
It shows you never really know
When ideas first begin
Just where it's going to lead you
Or how it's going to end.

In pairs, by nine

The first number on the telephone
With any letters to it
Twice as great as number one
Essential for a duet
Called the first true number
By old Pythagoreans
And just so represents the month
That all of us have been in

Countdown continues at nine

Eight hours to work
Eight hours to sleep
Eight hours to do as we please
Life is so much simpler
When broken into threes

Countdown starts at nine

So many folks are bad at math
Our cultural innumeracy
And it isn't all as hard as that
Come work the numbers out with me.

Miles to go at nine

Even with a short week
There was a lot to do
To be honest, the whole thing
Has left me feeling Kinda Blue

Howl and swoon at nine

It isn't yet but will be soon
ALL HAIL THE SUPER BLOOD WOLF MOON

Press your side and sigh at nine

The first full work week: here it is
The path is lit now, good or ill
But, before in-depth analysis,
Maybe we should sit and chill

Drop at (c) at nine

This week was Public Domain day
Those works from 1923
Now free to use in any way
Except those held on to by Disney