p.s.

the words are mostly rubbish, nonsense, yep, but over the years, playing the song in the wee hours, has been a health factor to me.  we are in the midst of great nonsense now, and it appears to be [easily] taking us down with it.  & some see it as the better days and others see it as good same-ol-same-ol or bad same-ol-same-ol or worse…& the clock it ticking on mankind born of womankind.  I know saying “smile” amidst all this seems like just another falsehood &/or distraction, a phlegmatic response to something in need of a giant leap forward by we, the people, but, had Digs just ………smiled… (breathed in a boon of inspiration) maybe once that night or just one more time (just before the do) then maybe he’d have passed-out alive and woke to see something worthwhile in the brand new morning.  yeah, the ditty is s crock of shit, …the subject matter is a crock of shit ~ only cathartic in the playing and the repeated hook, not cathartic with melodic folk-story beginning, middle, end, treasure map to the goodly-goods, …but healing nonetheless.  & those of us still around, knocking each other on the bean in empty Punch & Judy fashion, appear, by all intents & purposes, to go on being……willing (or trapped) fodder for the chaff. 

TGD http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3PIG6XXIdw (sax, baby)