Well, alright. It ain't lean, but it ain't too long. The fury of the thing (gentle, it kinda may be) is in the song. It's like WS said...uh: "A brush of white, the obscure/The moon without a shape/A fringed eye in a crypt./The sense creates the pose./In this it moves and speaks./This is the figure and not/An evading metaphor." Or perhaps not.
You got two choices: click it and lissen it right on yr 'puter or right click it (Mac folk, control+c and click) and download it for use with yr portable devices or for CD burning. (File is 50MB, with a DSL it's gonna be about 15-18 minutes — adjust accordingly for the speed of yr connection). No fooling!
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Pat- really enjoyed the music and the musings. Haven't listened to the Who or Billy Bragg in a long time. You are the "Memory Invoker"!
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