Oh Yes. Here are the promised guitars. This is absolutely one of my favourite songs. Bitter, weird lyrics, pure soul, and it has a tune.
My friend Jess played me this song on a broken-stringed guitar, one afternoon in Nicaragua, a place so devilishly hot that you'll break into a sweat if your facial expressions are too energetic. I thought he was going to die of heat exhaustion before the song ended (he had a dangerously insulatory beard, which was so thick and dark that the Nicaraguans nicknamed him "Taliban"). He didn't die, so the song has no negative connotations at all, it just reminds me of sweat-soaked days and rum-soaked nights.
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