Forgotten first version of DNA track.
Just yesterday’s track
The man who comes back through the door in the wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.
Aldous Huxley – The doors of perception
Anyway you name it, TRAVEL is what I mean … when I play.
This guitar-bridge is just a few miles far from northern Dublin.