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A Birthday Album

Wrought From Claude

Wrought From Love 2.0 — this time with more AI and more Love.

14 songs built from our real archives, as a 42nd birthday gift for Julie Zhuo from Mike Sego.

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document3c.doc 1 document3c.doc Pringles Papa Producin' 2 Pringles Papa Producin' GOOG Morning, Beautiful 3 GOOG Morning, Beautiful FOOG about you 4 FOOG about you Hoffman Processed 5 Hoffman Processed Healthy Gaming 6 Healthy Gaming Sego-Zhuo Family Rules 7 Sego-Zhuo Family Rules Where's Lian 8 Where's Lian 大哭 (Dà kū - The Big Cry) 9 大哭 (Dà kū - The Big Cry) The Bizarre Limerick Epic 10 The Bizarre Limerick Epic La Fabrique d'un Manager (The Making of a Manager) 11 La Fabrique d'un Manager (The Making of a Manager) National Parks 12 National Parks Just Admit You're Beautiful 13 Just Admit You're Beautiful Save Point 14 Save Point
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Track 1 · 3:32

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The time-capsule track of the album. The hidden hinge between Wrought From Love (which Julie literally references inside document3c) and Wrought From Claude (this album). This song is the past speaking to the present — Mike opening a Word document Julie saved on her college laptop on December 21, 2005, and finding that nineteen-year-old Julie had already written this song decades ago.

Lyrics
"I was going through the old drive. Found this. December, two-thousand-five." Fifty-three-thousand words on a college laptop drive A file you started saving when you were nineteen and alive You disguised it like a homework doc — "document three-c" A nothing-name folder with your whole heart underneath "Fall quarter — just a regular day — When to self, a Joulee said, 'Hey! Mikey's the best one, With him life's SO fun! But will I remember all this come May?'" And underneath, you signed it like a kid — "As recorded by a Joulee, for a Mikey" — And then a smiley face, and then you did You wrote it all down You wrote it all down Every "you're sooooo wurm," Every Mango-mango round Every Truffula tree, Every "Bobo with JoJo" Joulee wrote it down — It was love long before either of us would know There were Quiznesdays and WINGSdays and Mongolianday Beef Souper Wednesdays in the Lair, and Cheeaster on the sheet You called me your MikeyPillow, I called you my Hug Bug And in October I called you Pumpkin — In November, Turkey-hug "A Perfect Square AND a Prime Number" A Belle of the Ball in the snow You wrote it like a love letter that you didn't know I'd ever know You wrote it all down You wrote it all down Every "plantings before sleepu," Every Lavee-dar in the round Every Nipsaurus nibbling, Every Schnappi sing-along Joulee wrote it down — And the song was already a song Now you're forty, my love, With the world in your hands With the books, and the company, And the kids, and every plan But the file in the drawer Said you'd been speaking it all along — You wrote it down at nineteen And the song was always the song So I'm writing it back down I'm writing it back down Every "Goog!" and every "delish," Every Wonter coming round Every "secretest of Joulees," Every twenty-two-year vow Joulee wrote it down — And forty years in, I'm writing it back down "Hello, baby. I found the file. I read every word. Happy fortieth, my Joulee." (One final guitar fingerpick. Tape hiss for a beat. Out.)
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Track 2 · 4:17

Pringles Papa Producin'

The dance-floor swagger track. Built around the feeling — channeling my inner Pringles Papa, I'm producing! — and Julie's instant, delighted echo back: I can see that you are Pringle Papa and really Producin'! This is a celebration of competence-as-love-language — the way Mike's daily firing-on-all-cylinders is its own form of devotion to Julie and the family. This is the album's pure-joy single anchored to Bruno Mars "Uptown Funk" / Mark Ronson big-band, swaggering brass, slap bass, hand-claps.

Lyrics
Pea... I got this. Cylinders firing, all systems go. Pringles Papa producin'... let's roll. Six AM Strava — that run was crisp and clean Lunchbox notes folded, every kid, every routine Mommy Big Water on the desk, pre-salted, four AM Coffee maker filled to six — that's how this morning began Tessellations at ten, Alpha at noon Feelings teacher at Bowman, callin' Kelsey by two Daber stay cool, kids stay regulated Pringles Papa show — fully orchestrated Channelin' that inner Pringles Papa energy The man, the mode, the producin' frequency Pea texts back — she says "yes you ARE" I just smile, drop the phone, slide into the car I'm Pringles Papa producin' — don't believe me, just watch! Hey! Pringles Papa producin' — don't believe me, just watch! Hey! Daber's cool, status green, every system go Pringles Papa producin' — full Sego show Pringles Papa producin' — don't believe me, just watch! Hey! Pringles Papa producin' — don't believe me, just watch! Hey! Spreadsheets tetrised, Oura green tonight Pringles Papa producin' — and the world's all right Today's poster printed — Operation Downtown Disney Locke's lunchbox note: I fold it, slip it in easy Lian ask for raccoons — I draw him a raccoon Lenti gets the Hinox slayer in the afternoon Pre-salted water back on the desk by ten Marathon PR comin' — I'mma do it again Drove the carpool, did the dishes, took the call Pringles Papa here to handle it all Channelin' that inner Pringles Papa energy Firin' on all cylinders, can't nobody slow me Pea say "Mike, you really makin' me proud" I say "Pea, baby, I'm doin' it loud" I'm Pringles Papa producin' — don't believe me, just watch! Hey! Pringles Papa producin' — don't believe me, just watch! Hey! Daber's cool, status green, every system go Pringles Papa producin' — full Sego show I can see you are really producin'! Pea, this is what producin' looks like — woo! Pringles Pea is producin'! All systems go, baby — all systems true! We do the dishes, we do the lewks, we do the spreadsheets too Daber stay calm, status green, the whole damn crew Twenty-two years and I'm still firin' on every cylinder Pringles Papa producin' — and I'm doin' it all for her I'm Pringles Papa producin' — don't believe me, just watch! Hey! Pringles Papa producin' — don't believe me, just watch! Hey! Daber's cool, status green, every system go Pringles Papa producin' — full Sego show! Pringles Papa producin' — full Sego show! Pringles Papa producin' — for my Pea Pie, woo! Pringles Papa producin'... for my Pea Pie. Happy birthday, baby. Status: green all around.
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Track 3 · 5:43

GOOG Morning, Beautiful

The origin-story track of the album. Built from the actual AIM chat archive between Mikedsego and JouLe Zoo — the oldest preserved conversations Mike and Julie ever had, just after they met and before they were officially a couple. They were 21-year-olds typing each other into love through a yellow door-chime, half a million typed words inventing a private language as they went. The first thing one of them types to the other every morning is always "GOOG morning, beautiful."

Lyrics
Two-thousand four. A little yellow door, a little chime. And every word I ever needed to say. Two thousand and four, the AOL chime A Stanford girl, an EA boy, fallin' for the very first time On Instant Messenger we'd type 'til half past three Mikedsego, JouLe Zoo — that was you and that was me The little yellow door would ding and my whole heart would lift You'd type "GOOG morning beautiful" 'fore the daylight'd even shift Sunshine, you called me Sunshine, said I lit up your day I called you my Heat Generator in my own dumb way Yiepyiep, soonsoon, hughughug, kisskiss Half a million little words and not a single one we'd miss "I LOVE YOU" all in capitals and "egads" and "wot" Two kids inventin' language for the love we didn't know we'd got GOOG morning, beautiful, said it every day GOOG night, sunshine, before you turned away A Joulee, a Mikey, a kisskiss across AIM Two thousand four and already so same the same GOOG morning, beautiful — I'm saying it still Twenty-two years later and I always will You coded up a game where I rescued my fam from bunnies I played it for the boys at EA and they laughed till it hurt their tummies A Snake Eater Feastival, the wind a-knockin' at the pane A B-plus that "seared at your skin" made the whole day rain I spent two hours plottin' us a route from EA to the gate "Man with the Plan," you typed me, and my whole face just glowed Functional Flowers for Guson, the most Humble Bouquet Mock-Victorian flirtin' — "shant we?" was what we'd say Hug Luv Muffin Bug, hunnylovesugarbear Harajoulee Girl, I'm your biggest fan, I swear Sighest and marfs and baos, the screens glowin' in the dark Little keyboard fires turnin' into a permanent spark GOOG morning, beautiful, said it every day GOOG night, sunshine, before you turned away A Joulee, a Mikey, a kisskiss across AIM Two thousand four and already so same the same GOOG morning, beautiful — I'm saying it still Twenty-two years later and I always will Now there's three kids in the kitchen and your books up on the shelf You built a company, built a movement, built a hundred shining selves A wife and a mother and a Silicon Valley star And to me you're still A Joulee — just exactly who you are The Notebook on an airplane, you cried clean across the sea We had no idea those typings were the start of you and me The screen goes dark, the modem hums, the room goes soft and still GOOG night, sunshine — and I always always will GOOG morning, beautiful, said it every day GOOG night, sunshine, before you turned away A Joulee, a Mikey, a kisskiss across AIM Two thousand four and already so same the same GOOG morning, beautiful — I'm saying it still Twenty-two years later and I always will GOOG night, sunshine GOOG night, beautiful GOOG night
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Track 4 · 3:44

FOOG about you

The "we both look back and laugh" track of the album. Mike's POV, 2026 looking at 2003-04. The conceit: nineteen-year-old Julie and twenty-two-year-old Mike spent six months pretending the daily four-thousand-word emails were just professional courtesy between a TA and section leader, when in fact Mike was obviously cooked. The song is the confession set to 158 BPM. It's not apologetic, it's delighted. Mike knew, Julie knew, the whole archive knew, but somehow they kept saying this was platonic.

Lyrics
I was the TA, you were the section lead You graded somebody's homework and you spelled "lovely" with a smiley I wrote you back at three a.m. about a Java Yo Mama joke I told myself it's just professional but I was full of smoke 'Cause you wrote me four thousand words about a blind black sheep And I read it twice and I lost some sleep And I wrote you back five thousand of my own Said I had a girlfriend in LA, but somehow I never went home I was sending themed emails with motifs and footnotes I was teasing some "Just One Thing" I'd never even quote I was signing every letter "Bestingly," "Foogingly," "Yours" And calling it "Whose Turn is it, anyway?" like a normal grad-school chore I was a FOOG, FOOG, FOOG, I was a foog about you I built a CHATBOT of myself so you wouldn't be blue I was a FOOG, FOOG, FOOG, I was a foog about you Twenty-two years and I still am — foog, foog, FOOG about you WHOA-OH-OH! WHOA-OH-OH! I flew up to Seattle, Microsoft interview suit Took home the Marriott guest folder like a SOUVENIR — what a foog I said "we could hang under the ugly red fountain and pretend it's Seattle" I sent it in an email and I thought that wasn't subtle I gave you the password to fifteen gigs of MP3s The folder was "Joulee Musick," the password was "favor," please — What kind of grad student does that for his section lead, huh? What kind of grad student writes "we really must go have a picnic someday, Sunday" — DUH I was buying you a plane ticket and calling it E3 I was telling my mom I was bringing "a friend" to Arcadia I was singing "My One and Julie!" at the top of my lungs in April And calling it a normal subject line — yeah right, dude. Yeah RIGHT. I was a FOOG, FOOG, FOOG, I was a foog about you I built a CHATBOT of myself so you wouldn't be blue I was a FOOG, FOOG, FOOG, I was a foog about you Twenty-two years and I still am — foog, foog, FOOG about you WHOA-OH-OH! WHOA-OH-OH! April third, two-thousand-four. Subject line: "nacho cheeeeeeese." Body, in full: "wanna tag along?" That's the whole email. That's when I knew I was cooked. I was a FOOG, FOOG, FOOG, I was a foog about you I built a CHATBOT of myself so you wouldn't be blue I was a FOOG, FOOG, FOOG, I was a foog about you Twenty-two years and I still am — foog, foog, FOOG about you WHOA-OH-OH! WHOA-OH-OH! WHOA-OH-OH! WHOA-OH-OH! Foog about you Twenty-two years Foog about you Happy fortieth, my Joulee.
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Track 5 · 5:09

Hoffman Processed

A song based on the letter that was written from the backseat of an Uber leaving the Hoffman Process, May 2025. I went looking for an answer to what should I do. I came home learning the question was how must I be. Twenty-two years in, this is the vow I make and the new way of being I choose: love, loving, lovable. For my Pea, on her 42nd birthday — my love, my partner, my favorite best, my one and only. A cinematic piano ballad that builds from solo felt piano to sweeping orchestral strings.

Lyrics
Twenty-two years My one and only I see you, Julie I see you, and I love you I went looking for an answer to a question I couldn't name What I should do, what I should choose, who I should be, who's to blame I sat with the silence for seven long days 'Til the question dissolved like fog in the rays And the answer wasn't what — the answer was how Not someday or later — the answer is now Not the road not taken, not the greener side Just you, just me, just love, just light For the distance I let grow For the quiet I let go I'm sorry, I know, I know But the door I left ajar I'm closing it tonight I'm all the way in I'm all the way home Love, loving, lovable That's the new way of being I choose A calm mind, a curious heart Every moment, savored with you Refreshed, renewed, reborn in your light Pea, I'm coming home tonight I vow to be kinder, to be patient, to be true To walk into the hard conversations with you To embrace every conflict as a chance to grow To tend to the flame, to never let it go And to myself, I vow peace, and presence, and grace To quiet the storm, to soften my face To say no to the patterns, no to the shame And yes to the wonder, yes to your name No more comparing No more keeping score No more one foot out the door No more chasing what's not real This is the life I want This is what I feel Love, loving, lovable That's the new way of being I choose A calm mind, a curious heart Every moment, savored with you Refreshed, renewed, reborn in your light Pea, I'm coming home tonight And the answer wasn't what — the answer was MU Un-ask the question — the answer is you The answer is us, the answer is now The adventure of a lifetime, and I finally see how My love, my partner, my favorite best My one and only, where my restless heart finds rest We'll have our flickers, we'll have our nights We'll rekindle, we'll relearn, we'll relight Love, loving, lovable This is the vow I make to you Through every setback, every shadow We will rekindle, we will renew Twenty-two years, and a thousand more bright Muus, I'm coming home tonight I see you, Julie I see you, and I love you Happy birthday, Pea Pie Happy birthday, my love
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Track 6 · 3:07

Healthy Gaming

A pure joy fun/light song as a palette cleanser sandwiched between heavy/meaty songs. This is a fluffy K-pop style jingle about iPad time: the family recites the "healthy gaming" rules (interactive over passive, stop on time, take eye breaks, don't rage when the game breaks) while everyone knows full well it's an unhealthy obsession in a trench coat. Each kid gets a "member spotlight" verse with its own beat flavor, and then Pokémon Unite is the group number that collapses into chaos.

Lyrics
Before we begin... let's review the rules. This is supposed to be fun. Sometimes apps don't work. Please remain calm. Interactive — not the passive! No TikTok, no YouTube, that's the practice! Eyes off the screen, take an eye break! We stop on time — for everyone's sake! Stop on time, no complaining! iPad rules, we stay smiling! Something breaks? We're not blaming — We log off! Healthy Gaming! (Healthy! Healthy! Gaming!) Twenty plus five — we're not straining! (Healthy! Healthy! Gaming!) Lian on the merge, watch the bounce go up, Billions, then trillions, the meter won't stop — GB to TB, the numbers don't fit, The screen ran out of room, but we don't quit! (How big? Too big! How big? Too big!) Healthy. Definitely healthy. Locke in the lobby, it's Bed Wars tonight, Stack up the blocks, defend the base, hold tight — But survival mode, we build it as a team, That's the wholesome part... between the screams. And he tilts his head and asks me, real slow: "When do we get to have fun?" ...bro. We're literally doing it though. Interactive — not the passive! No TikTok, no YouTube, that's the practice! Eyes off the screen, take an eye break! We stop on time — for everyone's sake! Stop on time, no complaining! iPad rules, we stay smiling! Something breaks? We're not blaming — We log off! Healthy Gaming! (Healthy! Healthy! Gaming!) Twenty plus five — we're not straining! (Healthy! Healthy! Gaming!) Lenti draws the bow on the Stone Talus, Hinox in the field, she's completely fearless — Breath of the Wild, she's clearing the map, Boss goes down — that's a wrap, that's a wrap! (Let's go! Let's go!) Pokémon Unite, the whole family in — This is the moment, this is how we win... (We're winning. We are literally winning.) But you didn't help me, you took my score, Now there's tears on the couch and we can't play no more — "It's MY kill!" "No it's MINE!" "I had it FIRST!" We won the game... and somehow this is the worst. Okay. We're putting them away now. We're doing something else. But up in the sky... there are no rules to keep... Unlimited iPad above the deep... A six-hour flight? That's the dream, that's the prize — "How long is this flight?!" ...joy in their eyes. (No limits. No limits. Up here we are free.) Stop on time, no complaining! (we never do!) iPad rules, we stay smiling! (we're zoning out!) Something breaks? We're not blaming — We log off! ...eventually! Healthy Gaming! (Healthy! Healthy! Gaming!) Twenty plus five becomes forty-plus-ten — (Healthy! Healthy!) ...just five more minutes. Okay? ...okay. Gaming. This has been Healthy Gaming. It is an obsession. But it is a healthy one. ...iPads away. ...iPads away please. ...guys.
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Track 7 · 4:53

Sego-Zhuo Family Rules

The family hymn of the album. It sets the Sego-Zhuo Family Rules to music with lyrics that deepen and change each time the chorus comes around, exploding into full gospel choir as we exclaim "no matter what... we always, always love you". This plays as a father's soulful promise, with intimate verses set to a slow devotional 6/8 sway. It's Sunday morning with the windows open, with a full hands-raised harmony sweeping over you like a rising tide. Reverent, joyful, loving.

Lyrics
These are the Sego-Zhuo Family Rules, the ones that get us through Rule Number one: always be safe, and watch out for me and you Rule Number two: when we fight, well, we all could have done more So take a breath, use your words, and say sorry — that's what it's for Rule Number three: be responsible, that's how you earn what is good No tantrum's ever gonna get it, though you wish that it would Do it yourself and feel proud — and if you can't, you just ask And when something breaks, say "how can I help?" and we'll clean up the task No matter what, no matter what you do We love you when you shine, and we love you when you're blue There's no one else quite like you, and that has always been true So we'll always, always love you Rule Number four: it's always good to try — go on and give it five good goes You won't know what you might love until you've tried it, goodness knows And falling down is never failing — it's just how the brave ones grow So build the dream you're dreaming of, and find a bigger hill to go Rule Number five: what you feel and what you think, it matters, every word So tell me what you believe, and the why, and know that you'll be heard And I'll tell you what I think, and I will always tell you true We don't have to land the same — I will love the difference in you No matter what, no matter where you go We love you at your bravest, and we love you at your low We love you all the same, every one of you, head to toe Oh, we'll always, always love you And number six: we can always be better than the day before 'Cause no one here is ever perfect — so we read, and we listen more And if a rule don't fit us right, then say so, and we'll write a new one We are growing kinder, growing closer, and the growing's never done We love you when you stumble, we love you when you fall Love each other, love this family — and we'll love you through it all And the seventh rule's the one that holds the other six together No matter what you are or do, we love you now and ever Each of you uniquely, all of you, forever Oh, we'll always, always love you We always, always love you
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Track 8 · 3:18

Where's Lian

A euphoric big-room EDM festival anthem. Built on the running joke that Lian (age 6) always wanders off and vanishes, this time at Disneyland, "the happiest place on earth," where the family loses the happiest kid. But Lian is never lost… we parents just don't know where he is. The chaos of Lian being lost erupts into huge builds and drops as a gang-vocal crowd adds playful and triumphant chant hooks. Warning: May result in grinning ear-to-ear.

Lyrics
Okay team — head count. Lenti... check. Locke... check. Mom's got the churros... Lee-in? ...Lee-in? ...where's Lee-in? Six years old and gone again, slipped between the popcorn and the cotton-candy wind. I turned around for half a second — now there's a Lee-in-shaped hole where my baby just had been. Check the teacups, check the line, check the gift shop one more time, heart is pounding, read the signs — three... two... one... WHERE'S LEE-IN?! (WHERE'S LEE-IN?!) WHERE'S LEE-IN?! (WHERE'S LEE-IN?!) Happiest place on the whole wide earth and we lost the happiest kid first! WHERE'S LEE-IN?! (WHERE'S LEE-IN?!) WHERE'S LEE-IN?! (WHERE'S LEE-IN?!) Somebody find my little man — WHERE'S — WHERE'S — WHERE'S LEE-IN?! He's not crying, no, that's just me, he's somewhere living his best life completely care-free. Probably found a churro cart, probably making three new friends and breaking everyone's heart. Check the carousel, check the crowd, say his name a little loud, Mom stays calm, I'm coming proud — three... two... one... WHERE'S LEE-IN?! (WHERE'S LEE-IN?!) WHERE'S LEE-IN?! (WHERE'S LEE-IN?!) Happiest place on the whole wide earth and we lost the happiest kid first! WHERE'S LEE-IN?! (WHERE'S LEE-IN?!) WHERE'S LEE-IN?! (WHERE'S LEE-IN?!) Somebody find my little man — WHERE'S — WHERE'S — WHERE'S LEE-IN?! ...and then I see him. By the carousel. Water bottle in his hand. Not lost. Not scared. Not even sorry. Just looked up like — "oh, hey guys." There he is — there he is — arms out wide, here he is — three... two... one... THERE'S LEE-IN! (THERE'S LEE-IN!) THERE'S LEE-IN! (THERE'S LEE-IN!) Happiest place on the whole wide earth — got the happiest kid, and he's worth the search! THERE'S LEE-IN! (THERE'S LEE-IN!) THERE'S LEE-IN! (THERE'S LEE-IN!) Hold his hand and count again — one, two, three, and... where's Lee-in?! Okay team... head count. Lenti... Locke... Mom... Lee-in. ...got 'em all. Did you know Lee-in is his middle name? His first name is where's.
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Track 9 · 4:36

大哭 (Dà kū - The Big Cry)

The album's Chinese song. A sweeping Mandopop tearjerker narrating Julie's immigrant story. The wound the song opens is the one she left behind at six: her grandma, Shanghai, the childhood home. The verses carry her from the noisy three-story house in Shanghai onto a one-way plane over the Pacific, through the hardening in America and into the present, where — twenty years on, alone at night with one old song — the Big Cry finally arrives, not as weakness but as proof of love.

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那年你六岁 弄堂里点着灯 六户人家 挤在一栋老房子 油锅的香 顺着墙往上爬 外婆的手 牵着你慢慢长大 一张单程的票 飞过太平洋 你回头 外婆站在门口没有讲 六岁的你 还不懂什么叫永远 不懂那扇门 是再也回不去的家 所以你大哭 哭成了一条河 把上海 把外婆 都藏进眼泪里 come home... come home 原来哭 是因为太爱 你弄丢的家 一直是你心里的海 新的国家 听不懂的话 红灯亮起 爸爸指着卖报的人 "不读书 你就会变成他" 九十九分 永远不等于一百 你把自己 晒成一块陶瓷 站上第三名 你没有哭 所以你大哭 哭成了一条河 把童年 把那扇窗 都藏进眼泪里 come home... come home 原来强 是把眼泪都收下 你弄丢的家 从来没有真的垮 二十年后 夜深了人都睡了 一首老歌 就把你带回那扇窗 it's okay... you can cry now 原来坚强 是哭完了还站着 外婆的手 其实从来没有放 所以大哭吧 我就在你身边 你弄丢的家 现在就在我怀里 you are home 原来哭 是因为还爱 那个六岁的你 终于 到家 慢慢 到家 --- ## Line-by-line reference (pinyin + English) **Verse 1** - 那年你六岁,弄堂里点着灯 — *Nà nián nǐ liù suì, lòngtáng lǐ diǎnzhe dēng* — That year you were six, the lanes lit with lamps *(弄堂 = the Shanghai laneway housing she was born into)* - 六户人家,挤在一栋老房子 — *Liù hù rénjiā, jǐ zài yí dòng lǎo fángzi* — Six families crammed into one old house *(her exact image: "six families in a single three-story house")* - 油锅的香,顺着墙往上爬 — *Yóuguō de xiāng, shùnzhe qiáng wǎng shàng pá* — The smell of the oil-wok climbs up the wall *(her line: hot-oil cooking "snake up the walls like vines")* - 外婆的手,牵着你慢慢长大 — *Wàipó de shǒu, qiānzhe nǐ mànman zhǎngdà* — Grandma's hand raised you, growing up slow **Pre-Chorus** - 一张单程的票,飞过太平洋 — *Yì zhāng dānchéng de piào, fēiguò Tàipíngyáng* — A one-way ticket, flying over the Pacific *("one-way plane ticket")* - 你回头,外婆站在门口没有讲 — *Nǐ huítóu, wàipó zhàn zài ménkǒu méiyǒu jiǎng* — You looked back; Grandma stood in the doorway, saying nothing - 六岁的你,还不懂什么叫永远 — *Liù suì de nǐ, hái bù dǒng shénme jiào yǒngyuǎn* — Six-year-old you didn't yet know what "forever" meant - 不懂那扇门,是再也回不去的家 — *Bù dǒng nà shàn mén, shì zài yě huí bú qù de jiā* — Didn't know that door was the home you could never return to **Chorus** - 所以你大哭,哭成了一条河 — *Suǒyǐ nǐ dà kū, kū chéng le yì tiáo hé* — So you cry big, cry into a river - 把上海,把外婆,都藏进眼泪里 — *Bǎ Shànghǎi, bǎ wàipó, dōu cáng jìn yǎnlèi lǐ* — Hide Shanghai, hide Grandma, all inside your tears - *(English)* come home... come home - 原来哭,是因为太爱 — *Yuánlái kū, shì yīnwèi tài ài* — Turns out crying is because you love too much *(from her kama muta essay: "I cry because I love")* - 你弄丢的家,一直是你心里的海 — *Nǐ nòngdiū de jiā, yìzhí shì nǐ xīnlǐ de hǎi* — The home you lost has always been the sea inside you **Verse 2 (the hardening)** - 新的国家,听不懂的话 — *Xīn de guójiā, tīng bù dǒng de huà* — A new country, words you couldn't understand *(thrown into the English-speaking school)* - 红灯亮起,爸爸指着卖报的人 — *Hóng dēng liàng qǐ, bàba zhǐzhe mài bào de rén* — The red light comes on, Papa points at the newspaper seller - "不读书,你就会变成他" — *"Bù dúshū, nǐ jiù huì biànchéng tā"* — "If you don't study, you'll become him" *(her exact red-light memory)* - 九十九分,永远不等于一百 — *Jiǔshíjiǔ fēn, yǒngyuǎn bù děngyú yìbǎi* — Ninety-nine will never equal a hundred *("99 was not as good as 100")* - 你把自己,晒成一块陶瓷 — *Nǐ bǎ zìjǐ, shài chéng yí kuài táocí* — You sun-baked yourself into a piece of porcelain *(her "sculpted pottery drying in the sun" — and the album's "wrought" theme)* - 站上第三名,你没有哭 — *Zhàn shàng dì sān míng, nǐ méiyǒu kū* — You stood at number three, and you didn't cry *(graduation: "I am number three")* **Chorus 2** - 把童年,把那扇窗,都藏进眼泪里 — *Bǎ tóngnián, bǎ nà shàn chuāng...* — Hide your childhood, hide that window, all inside your tears - 原来强,是把眼泪都收下 — *Yuánlái qiáng, shì bǎ yǎnlèi dōu shōu xià* — Turns out being strong was swallowing every tear - 你弄丢的家,从来没有真的垮 — *Nǐ nòngdiū de jiā, cónglái méiyǒu zhēn de kuǎ* — The home you lost never truly collapsed **Bridge** - 二十年后,夜深了人都睡了 — *Èrshí nián hòu, yè shēn le rén dōu shuì le* — Twenty years on, deep night, everyone asleep *(her essay: she does Big Cries at night when the house is quiet, Mike asleep beside her)* - 一首老歌,就把你带回那扇窗 — *Yì shǒu lǎo gē, jiù bǎ nǐ dài huí nà shàn chuāng* — One old song carries you back to that window *(music as her trigger into kama muta)* - *(English)* it's okay... you can cry now - 原来坚强,是哭完了还站着 — *Yuánlái jiānqiáng, shì kū wán le hái zhànzhe* — Turns out strength is still standing after the crying - 外婆的手,其实从来没有放 — *Wàipó de shǒu, qíshí cónglái méiyǒu fàng* — Grandma's hand, in truth, never once let go **Final Chorus** - 所以大哭吧,我就在你身边 — *Suǒyǐ dà kū ba, wǒ jiù zài nǐ shēnbiān* — So cry big — I'm right here beside you - 你弄丢的家,现在就在我怀里 — *Nǐ nòngdiū de jiā, xiànzài jiù zài wǒ huái lǐ* — The home you lost is now here in my arms - *(English)* you are home - 那个六岁的你,终于到家 — *Nàge liù suì de nǐ, zhōngyú dào jiā* — That six-year-old you has finally come home
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Track 10 · 5:50

The Bizarre Limerick Epic

The album's Broadway number, a comic tour-de-force of breakneck Gilbert & Sullivan patter with lyrics sourced entirely from the actual Bizarre Limerick Epic, the 3,787-word book of limericks Mike wrote for Julie in spring 2004, right as they were becoming boyfriend and girlfriend at Stanford. It was the first major birthday gift Mike ever gave her — a dense, absurd, inside-joke-stuffed catalog of their entire courtship. This song is a virtuosic romp that's as ridiculous as the original BLE.

Lyrics
Ladies and gentlemen, the Shining Jul, and herein lies the Bizarre Limerick Epic! There once was a young man named Michael, Whose ideas were oh so insightful His thrill was to write Late into the night, To formulate something delightful! INTRODUCTIONS are red, this paper's not white, Limericks are fun, both to read and to write! Nothing's more googy than a limerick, my dear, So farewell B.L.T., the B.L.E. is here! There's only one lady Unsurpassed, Ask any foog, the Zhuo can't be Outclassed! At the Creamery, our first greeting, But just what fried goods were we eating? I insist it's Fried Zucchini, You thinkist more Onion-Ringy! Outside Gates in the moonlight's dim glow, You're a game-ophile, well who'd-a know, Final Fantasy, EA, The Sims! But to what would our friendship amount Had you actually been able to count? Your lack of math skills made me send some e-mails, And that marks the start of this tale I recount! And so the Classic E-mails ensued, As I learned of your Smiley Aptitude! I'd rather hear from you than Nigeria, No Thirty Million machiavellia, "Britain waived the rules and ruled the waves"? You simply can't find a cleverer phrase! All your prouper English and foogy gibberish Made Tri-Read e-mails I Crave! LONG E-MAILS are red, this paper's not white, Limericks are fun, both to read and to write! Nothing's more googy than a limerick, my dear, So farewell B.L.T., the B.L.E. is here! Things between us would never be the same After you asked, "Do you frequent aim?" Despite being so zStalkable, oni mystik's just not talkable, And "mikedsego" isn't much of a screenname! I'd need a dictionary For the whole vocabulary Of the great Zhuoingsworth Julington! At my treasured Penne Rustica you'd scoff, And thus there dawned the Great Pasta-Off! To the Macaroni Grill we'd realize, We must compare side by side and analyze, But the Time Spent Together was the Prize. Of Cactuar shirts I sewed exactly Three, Just guessing at the size of Joulee, Too big or too small, what a gamble, Well, you'll grow into it eventually! The most magical evening of all Was the night of the Viennese Ball, Without your turtleneck, I finally saw your neck, As we tore up the floor down the hall! The Decadent One, Fondue bliss! But oh, the Rules! Now what is this? If you make like a rube And you lose your fruit-cube, Then I do believe you owe me a Kiss! But blast, now I've dropped my pound cake! Oh, how could I make this Grave Mistake? I cry out with self-scold: "I should have drizzled, so it wouldn't flake!" But ENDINGS are red, and Beginnings are too, Maybe they're the same, and Myself is Brand New. For I know you're so smart and so clever, Successful in Every Endeavor, And whether you're far or you're near, I'll send JIA YOU's all year, As my faith in you shines on Forever. I know not what our future will hold, Some things just cannot be foretold, But for this blissful year, Thank you for being here, To remind me that I'm not too old. And if it makes Julie smile, then it all was worthwhile. THE END, nyo!
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Track 11 · 2:53

La Fabrique d'un Manager (The Making of a Manager)

The album's cool song. A sun-drenched south-of-France nu-disco track — filtered guitars, a strutting analog bassline, claps on the two and four — built spoken samples of Julie's real wisdom from The Making of a Manager laid down over a groovy beat. Here the aphorisms have been translated into French and delivered as smooth radio-host spoken lines, because the whole point of Bon Entendeur is cool-sounding French as pure texture, not comprehension.

Lyrics
Mesdames et messieurs... ce soir, la voix de Julie. Le feedback... c'est un cadeau. Le feedback est un cadeau (un cadeau, un cadeau) Le pourquoi, le qui, le comment On le devient, on ne naît pas Reste curieuse, maintenant On ne naît pas manager... on le devient. La raison d'être, les gens, le processus — le pourquoi, le qui, le comment. Les meilleurs résultats viennent quand on inspire les gens à agir... ...pas quand on leur dicte quoi faire. Ooh — la la, c'est comme ça Reste curieuse, maintenant Le feedback est un cadeau (un cadeau, un cadeau) Le pourquoi, le qui, le comment On le devient, on ne naît pas Reste curieuse, maintenant Les gens ne sont pas des fleurs fragiles. Découvre ce que chacun a d'unique... et appuie-toi dessus. Ils oublieront ce que tu as dit, ce que tu as fait... ...mais jamais ce que tu leur as fait ressentir. Ooh — la la, c'est comme ça Sois courageuse, maintenant Si tu veux construire un bateau... ne rassemble pas les gens pour aller chercher du bois, scier des planches et distribuer les tâches... mais éveille en eux le désir de la mer — grande, infinie. La mer... la mer infinie... Rien qui vaille n'arrive en une nuit chaque grand rêve, c'est mille petits pas vers la lumière Elle écrit le week-end... le premier jet, dimanche après-midi. Et chaque matin, avant de publier le moindre mot... "the dashing Mike Sego will give me a round of feedback." If feedback's a gift, then darling it's true the finest one I ever got was the first read of you On le devient... et je deviens le plus chanceux des lecteurs, mon amour Le feedback est un cadeau (un cadeau, un cadeau) Le pourquoi, le qui, le comment On le devient, on ne naît pas Reste curieuse, mon amour Embrasse la vulnérabilité... trouve du soutien... reste curieuse. Le feedback, mon amour... c'est un cadeau. un cadeau... un cadeau... --- ## English translation *Every word of this song is something Julie wrote. I just put it in French so it would sound as cool as the records we love. Here's what it all means.* **Intro** Ladies and gentlemen... tonight, the voice of Julie. Feedback... is a gift. **Chorus** Feedback is a gift (a gift, a gift) The why, the who, the how You become it — you're not born it Stay curious, right now **Verse 1** You're not born a manager... you become one. The purpose, the people, the process — the why, the who, the how. The best outcomes come from inspiring people to act... ...not from telling them what to do. Ooh — la la, that's how it goes Stay curious, right now **Verse 2** People are not fragile flowers. Discover what's unique in each person... and build on it. They'll forget what you said, forget what you did... ...but never how you made them feel. Ooh — la la, that's how it goes Be brave, right now **Breakdown (Saint-Exupéry)** If you want to build a ship... don't gather people to collect wood, saw planks, and hand out tasks... instead — awaken in them the longing for the sea — vast and endless. The sea... the endless sea... Nothing worthwhile happens overnight every big dream is a thousand tiny steps toward the light **Verse 3 (the English is already English — this is the heart of it)** She writes on weekends... the first draft, Sunday afternoon. And every morning, before she publishes a single word... *"the dashing Mike Sego will give me a round of feedback."* *If feedback's a gift, then darling it's true* *the finest one I ever got was the first read of you* You become it... and I become the luckiest reader, my love **Final Chorus** Feedback is a gift (a gift, a gift) The why, the who, the how You become it — you're not born it Stay curious, my love **Outro** Embrace vulnerability... find support... stay curious. Feedback, my love... is a gift. a gift... a gift...
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Track 12 · 6:31

National Parks

The album's sad song, and the only one centered solely on Mike. He grew up in a home overflowing with love — said out loud and shown daily — then carried it into his own family while his parents, only a few hundred miles south, were rarely visited. The song is his way of giving it back: taking his dad, an 83-year-old self-proclaimed National Park-aholic, to the parks he's chased all his life, as his mom slips into dementia and time runs short. An intimate folk ballad filled with love.

Lyrics
In the house where I grew up, we said it all the time — "I love you" at the door, and grace before we'd dine. Mom drove her van of kids to the school and every mass; Dad worked two jobs, and still he'd stop to say it with a kiss. We said it and we showed it, in the pew and in the car — I was loved out loud and certain. That is who they are. Then I grew up and built a life — a wife and kids of my own. I filled the years with everywhere, and I stopped coming home. Just a few hundred miles south — an easy afternoon — but I flew off around the world. I'd come and see them soon. "Soon" became the holidays I spent somewhere away. I was close enough to drive. I stayed gone anyway. And Dad had one long dream he'd been chasing all his life: a map of all the national parks — and beside him, just his wife. He'd plan the next one quietly, then go with only Mom. He never asked me once to come; that's how their love was shown — they would never once impose, they'd never need a thing. I watched him chase it year by year, I never offered anything. Then it hit me in my head like someone threw a brick: he's eighty-three years old now and the clock won't always tick. He will never see them all now — God, there's less time than it seems — that trip to Alaska I never gave came to me in a scream So I'll take you to the national parks, the dream you've been chasing your whole life through. I know we can't get to them all anymore — but the love that you gave me, let me give it back to you. All those years, it was you and just Mom, and you never would ask, and I never would come. So I'm taking you now, while there's still a little time — I'll give back some of that love that you gave me all along. And Mom is slipping somewhere now, she cannot drive or fly. She asks me for her purse 9 times; she's lost a kid and cries. She wants to feed the dogs that she hasn't had for years. she talks about her mother like she's still with us here. She says she wants to go home, sitting right there in her chair — and the mind that used to hold us, she's no longer living there. Some were scared to take her somewhere so far from all she knew. But if home and North Dakota feel the same to her now too, then the only thing that matters is the hand that she is shown — and this week that hand was mine. This week, she wasn't alone. And there's my dad — fifty-nine years, and he never leaves her side. Peace and patience, kindness, joy — the words he's lived and tried. Every single morning, he still takes her down to mass, and he loves her through the fog the way he loved her in the past. He's eighty-three, and now it's clear, he's nearly out of years — he's finally learned to ask, but there's too many parks still here. That's the man who showed me love is patience, peace, and staying — the man who taught me every word that I am finally saying. Two whole days in North Dakota's park, Mom got up once — that's all. One picture with the bison. His arm around her, standing tall. And it's going to be their Christmas card: my mom, still here, still holding every "here" she's got — and I finally understood the thing I'd felt and feared and fought. It was never my regret. It was never my shame. That nagging, growing weight — it never had a darker name. It was love. It was only ever love — the kind you never finish, the kind you can't do enough of. It doesn't count the parks, or the miles, or the years — it just goes on, and on, and boundless. The feeling was always love. They're still alive. They won't always be. So I say it back, the way they always said to me: "I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad." I'll say it till it's worn, and the part of her that holds my hand holds on, and keeps me warm. They said it all my life. Now let me say it back.
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Track 13 · 3:20

Just Admit You're Beautiful

The boy-band number. A playful, grinning teen-pop single in the lineage of NSYNC and One Direction — built as a loving flip of 1D's "What Makes You Beautiful" where this one's punchline is the opposite: Mike isn't telling Julie she doesn't realize it — he's busting her for refusing to *admit* it. The whole conceit: for years Julie has insisted that what matters is the mind, the personality, being smart — and she scoffs whenever Mike calls her sexy or hot. This song tells her you get to be both.

Lyrics
Oh-oh-oh, yeah (C'mon now) You say love the mind, love the heart, love the soul You say a pretty face was never once the goal And baby, I agree — I do, I'm right there too But can we both admit there's somethin' ELSE that's true? 'Cause every time I call you gorgeous, girl, you roll your eyes Say "stop it" with a grin like you don't realize But I have seen you catch your own reflection on the sly (Who's that pretty girl? Oh, I see you — I see you) Just admit you're beautiful! (C'mon, c'mon, just admit it) Smart and kind and beautiful! (You know it's true — oh-oh) I love your brilliant mind — that part was never up for debate But baby you're a TEN and it is high time that you owned it — hey! So just admit you're beautiful (Oh-oh-oh-oh) You're the smartest one I know, you write books everyone reads A mom who shows our kids exactly what they need A leader they all follow and a friend who never fails And ALSO? You're a knockout. Both can be the tale. So quit the "you're just sayin' that," and quit the little sigh I'm not just bein' sweet, I'm not some flatterin' guy I've loved your mind for twenty years — and that was never a lie And ALSO you're the prettiest, so go on, tell me why... Just admit you're beautiful! (C'mon, c'mon, just admit it) Smart and kind and beautiful! (You know it's true — oh-oh) I love your brilliant mind — that part was never up for debate But baby you're a TEN and it is high time that you owned it — hey! So just admit you're beautiful It was never one or the other... Love your book AND love your cover... You don't have to choose, my love — you get to be it all... So mirror, mirror — who's that girl? (It's you!) Go on and believe it, baby — who's that girl? (It's YOU!) Just admit you're beautiful! (Just admit it, just admit it) Smart and kind and beautiful! (I been knowin', I been knowin') I love your brilliant mind — that part was never up for debate But baby you're a TEN and it is HIGH time that you owned it — hey! So just admit you're beautiful (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Just admit it... (you're beautiful) I already know it... (you're beautiful) C'mon, say it with me, Pea... yeah — you're beautiful.
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Track 14 · 4:52

Save Point

The kids song, and the album's third generational-love pillar (alongside 大哭 and National Parks), but this one points forward, at the kids' childhoods slipping away. An epic Final Fantasy / Nobuo Uematsu overture where a choir chants Lenti, Locke, and Lian's names like heroes, while intimate piano verses give each child a tender portrait pulled from Julie's own birth stories and birthday letters. The ache at its heart: the wish to make a "Save Point" that freezes the world so nothing's ever lost.

Lyrics
Lenti... Locke... Lee-in... my little heroes, my eternal light... An emergency home birth and this parental journey starts, I caught you in my own two hands, my Valentine heart. Now you scoot across the bed, saying "I made room for you," and leave me notes on my pillow, with hearts in crayon blue. And I blink, and you're eleven, a sequoia growing roots, a whole universe of multitudes and sometimes wearing suits. Oh, if I could make a Save Point while you're little, while you're near, hit pause on the whole world, let me keep you in this year. But the music lifts and carries you on, and all I can do is save you in my heart, and go where you go too. Frosted-blonde and Buddha-bellied, you charmed the whole room, a chef in a play kitchen, san-na-dough-suh in bloom. We ask how your day was, and you holler "GREAT!" my middlest, my sweet Locke, who greatly changed our fate. And I blink, and you're nine, still the warmest of grins, the boy who learned to stand his ground, and burns bright from within. Oh, if I could make a Save Point while you're little, while you're near, hit pause on the whole world, let me keep you in this year. But the music lifts and carries you on, and all I can do is save you in my heart, and go where you go too. You came slow, then all at once, like the falling into sleep, six pounds and ten ounces of soft skin I get to keep. You wander off at Disneyland, but you're never really lost, just the smallest, brightest traveler, worth whatever the cost. And I blink, and you're six, our small sharp soldier on a quest, and I'm holding on to the still frame before it leaves my chest. Time's the one great boss I never learned to beat, it takes away the small warm hands, the pitter patter feet. But look who you're becoming, the heart, the star, the moon, and every self you've ever been, I save, before I lose you too soon. My little heroes! My eternal light! Stay, stay with me! So I'll make a Save Point, write everything you've ever been, the surprise home birth, the frosted-blonde, the softest baby skin. And when the music lifts and carries you on, you'll already know this is your Save Point, my loves, and I'll go where you go. Goodnight, my little heroes... I've got you, every one... Lenti... Locke... Lee-in... in the still frame in my mind.
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