Settle down, settle down; let me tell you a tale.
I had to find some new music -- why? I don't remember. Here I came -- why? I don't remember -- I think something to do with Sindre Bjerga led me here...
But, so, so I skip to little bits in the song, as I do, and I think, well, okay, maybe this is fun -- so I put it in the maybe list.
I come back after an unfruitful search, and, well, I had to find some new music -- so I skip to bits of this song, and I think, well, fuck it -- so I buy it -- why? whimsy.
I listen to it, and I think, this is crap -- it can't be crap; I bought it -- and I persevere till the end, and then I regret everything and have to go buy some more stuff to fix this absolute disgrace in my life.
And so, when I have become more cheery having experienced things that are not crap, I return -- because surely it can't have been as terrible as I thought; surely it didn't just sound like three idiots that have no idea what they're doing; surely it wasn't so bad that I have dejected myself; surely I just 'wasn't in the mood...'
I sigh, I do -- I sigh! I listen again, and I hope that it's not going to be awful; I hope that it's not three boring idiots that sound like they have no idea what they're doing, mostly do nothing, and when they do do something are apparently ignorant of anyone else.
What is this? Crap; awful; my great shame -- I don't even believe in such a thing as shame, yet I am ashamed, or disgusted, or disappointed, or experiencing some feeling I don't understand -- but this is of no importance now -- for I can move on -- I can denounce this as not a bit crap, but so crap that it ruined my entire day -- and ohhhh of course it is because the man in charge is here! The man in charge -- fie!
I cry, I do -- I cry! Oh, farewell, Pat Moonchy Trio, I hope to forget you.