For Phil and I hope he's feeling better really soon

Poor, poor Phil. This is for him. The song about Sylvia.
"Crackle and Drag" by Minnesota's finest: Paul Westerberg (not, Bruce, baby, but it's cool that you thought that...it is.) It's from the album, "Come Feel Me Tremble."

PS Yes, yes, yes: "Grace," by Jeff Buckley *is* flawless. You are so right. And that was sorely missing, Phil. Thank you.

Crackle and Drag
What's the matter here?
You never repair
The lady's cursed with insight
You never fix her, with a cold stare
She's all broken inside
She made a good go, like a weeping willow
Her limbs clung to the ground
She closed the window, and made a pillow
And lay her head down
And as her babies slept, she took a long deep breath
Now they're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag
And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag
Another head cold, another spirit old
Mmmm, Febuary
Her hair was dirty, and she was 30 in 1963
And while her baby slept she took a long deep breath
And they're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag
The Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag
And drag, and drag, and drag
She made a good go, for a weeping willow
She stuffed some rags on the floor
She closed the window
She made a pillow on the oven door
And took a long deep breath
While her babies slept
Now they're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag
And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag
They're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag
The Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag