Clear statements in voluminous tone

In gunslinger is musically not herumgeschnörkelt or spoken in the texts around the hot porridge. The five musicians make clear statements such as "remain friends" in. When I left the woman I love, it hurts. Explaining there then nothing. Every appeal to my brain wants then there absolutely not. Then "I shit on it." John brings with his singing fully own male tenderness across well. And the four gentlemen deliver the instruments with their their instruments the wonderfully voluminous soundtrack to his pain and anger.