let's_stick_together raze i dreamed a dream in which this record was split at the seam perfect in its coming apart and when the needle grazed its glossy skin somehow it spoke to me still in old songs made new by the same voice that birthed them the man on the cover didn't smile or scowl he simply stared at something i couldn't see and wouldn't ever burn or be 250712 what's it to you? who go blather from