It’s time for a musical interlude.

This tune’s beautifully written, in my opinion, and the very best line is But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup.

But Pretty little patter of a seaport town‘s got a nice rhythm.

{Yeah, you just gotta bear with us writers. We never just listen to the music.}

Here’s The Decemberists. Down by the Water.

See this ancient riverbed, see where all the follies led
Down by the water and down by the old main drag
I was just some towhead teen, feeling around for fingers to get in between
Down by the water, down by the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong
The summer swells anon

So knock me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Sweet descend this rabble round
Pretty little patter of a seaport town
Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag

All dolled up in gabardine
The last flashing lee to appear nineteen
Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong
The summer swells anon
So knock me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong
The summer swells anon
So knock me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Down by the water and down by the old main drag
Down by the water and down by the old main drag