splinken i think someone ought to put a halt to the use of art forms as a vehicle to express sadness.

the Sorrow Songs, the first truly american art form, hit the nail on the head in this department so hard no more hammering is needed. hammers need to tend to the nails that are still poking up.
paranoid martyr when there's no getting over the rainbow
when my smallest dream can't come true
i can take all the madness the world has to give
but i won't last a day with you
what's it to you?
who go