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| We’ve got a different CD player
now and so tonight we are here listening to the two versions of this
song, which is about divorce. If it weren’t so hateful, the song
might almost feel like an attempt to climb out of the undertow and
get a breath of air: it’s got recognizable situations, phrases
from real life, the human touch. But it sticks its head up above the
self-absorbed, inward-gazing morass only to draw attention to the
immeasurable depth of it all. This is a mean thing to do. |
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