This 45 is somber. A lot of people think dance music and good times when they think 45s. Well, forget it. This is serious and philosophical. Both songs are stark narratives about how lonely it can be to live. I agree. We are all alone, together.
Chompin' is a quiet, valient, solitary struggle. This could be the soundtrack section of a Russian or French film. If it's Russian, a lone character is wandering through Soviet housing projects on a bleak afternoon. If it's French, the scene cuts between a lone character in a park and someone else, maybe in that park, maybe elsewhere. Or the lone character is preparing for work as a tailor or seamstress. This could be in Paris, gray and drizzling Paris when no one has smiled for a week.
The saw is all over the place on Brown Horn. But that doesn't make it much more upbeat. Our main character from the previous scenes is now staring at a brook, wondering, then stepping through damp, low grass, out there, somewhere.
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