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There are no artists today who write songs like this. The traditions that grew out of Lomax’s tape deck, the Celtic and African echos of our ancestors that blossomed in the Fifties and Sixties when a man with a guitar standing on the shoulders of Woody and Leadbelly could speak [...]

Yes, well, this one has been done before but I’m going to try to maintain a modicum of, um, class. Or culture. Or something. Hell, I just like it and it’s Tom Waits.
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