Another Wednesday, another Make-Believe Machines song from Rob Ogden and myself. I suspect you are huddled at your monitors in droves at this point, your bodies all wrapt soundly in the fabric of your homemade fan t-shirts. Cotton. Polyester. Lycra. Elven silk. I can smell it from here, and I’m enjoying it a bit more than I ought to.

This week, our heroes collapse after barely escaping with their lives from a recent cudgeling by gobblehoblins in the daffodil fields of Alistair Felixxe. In the parallel universe that is our own, it was written in the months leading up to my departure from Des Moines last year, which I found genuinely and deeply saddening. It was then finished during the time when my brother was recovering from back surgery. Hence, there is a progression from sadness to a bit of hope, and then back to a slab of haziness. Such is life, my fellow Earth-wanderers.

Along with carrying both the mystical and typical baggage, this track also forms the second movement in a tightly connected four track sequence, forming the bridge between last week’s “The Tragedy of the Sprite, Dragonfly, and Crow” and next week’s “Spiders Savor a Succulent Fleshfeast.” Enjoy it here or on Facialsmear.

“And Sleep Took Their Cudgeled Bodies” by Make-Believe Machines.

Those of you who enjoyed “Punctured Placenta and Post-Birth Peril” are in for a real treat this week. The sort of treat you take home for mother to laminate and pin to the wall. This 8-minute musical epic describes the conflict twixt three magical creatures in the Forest of Witherfelmore. A sprite who is flitting about, harvesting the nectar of boysenberries is quickly interrupted by an unkempt crow who seems to have rather sickening motives. The dragonfly is eaten at some point. Listen here or boil your speaking-hole on Facecook.

“The Tragedy of the Sprite, Dragonfly, and Crow” by Make-Believe Machines.

Prior to heading back into the studio to work on an album of live versions of old songs called History, Unwed Sailor will be touring the U.S. briefly this July. I’ve posted dates at the band’s official Web site.

Johnathon Ford performing live in Unwed Sailor.

As I’ve been scuttling about the country, tasting the sap from many a tree, caressing the back-flesh of many a horse, I could not help but think of this brief instrumental Ogglesworth and I wrote for Moral Calculus. It is about a child of royal descent (also known as a childe) who stumbled upon a graveyard in the woods on his own travels. He stared at the bones with the look of a trout recently beaten by iron logs, pondering what they could possibly be. Human? Yes. Listen to his instrumental wonder here or on Facebook. But either way, do listen.

“A Childe Grafts a Bone” by Make-Believe Machines.

Hello there. Nice to see you again. You look and smell like a fine summer’s morn, doused in sumptuous gravy. Altogether you look both beautiful and edible. Like a sculpture of fine buttocks made of turkey ligaments.

But truly, it is nice to see you again. I’ve recently moved the blog to a faster server, which was a much longer and complicated process than I’d previously thought. But I’ve got something special for you all that I’m sure you’ll cherish in the snug womb of your little hard drives. It’s called “The Five Chieftains” and it’s one of the tracks Mr. Ogden and I composed for the upcoming Make-Believe Machines album, Moral Calculus. Have a listen here or on the MBM Facebook page.

“The Five Chieftains” by Make-Believe Machines.