And another thing, everybody, everywhere gets the blues now and then. From the lowliest stockbroker to the most magnificent trash collector, like all the songs say, everybody get down. Even say, souls of unusual quality, who at the dawn of language bargained with primeval forces to win his own immortality. Pramist that over his lips would pass the final living human exhalation, undying until civilization itself is dead. Somebody who's feeling a little bamboozled right now, but with the way everything's fallen apart so fast out there, if I gotta go out with you people, you gotta get yourselves together. I got a lot of stuff left to do. I have a spell.