The fatalistic Delta blues of Lightnin' Hopkins recast with the pride of Narcissus. Lyric-as-motto: "A silver tear appearing now, I'm crying, ain't I?" Alternately: "Save your goodbyes for the morning light/Just don't let me be lonely tonight." Also: "But it's hours of time on the telephone line, to talk about things to come/Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground." There's more, too. Lots more. Don't dare me.