But at my back I always hear time's winged chariot hurrying near


Apparently not.  Not much more than that to say, other than I just discovered this album by BC Camplight, from earlier this year, and I'm liking it.  Also turns out a song I'd heard several times on the radio this year and liked - namely 'I'm Desperate' -  is from the same album as this (the album being 'Deportation Blues'). There's been good and bad as there always is, don't really feel the need to elaborate further. Jinx, and all that. All the shit there's been tends to consign rational thought to the bin.

[Quote is from the poem 'To His Coy Mistress' by Andrew Marvel]

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