And you know what it was? I was a dj for a while and collected records, and part of that was picking over the dime store bins where I could. Between obliterati and technical itch were Donovan's greatest hits from the bargain bin, and goodbye yellow brick road. When the dawn was coming, please don't cry in the morning light, and I couldn't take no more, but everyone was asleep, there they were for me in the hollow moments of the heart. These days it's better, a lot really, but it's the music of the hard times that contorts and bruises the skeleton of your soul. I would never raise a hand in anger, and there are certainly certain places you wouldn't spit in the floor without asking first.