Pluto was thrown out of the solar system, I don't know if you're aware of this, but
I was quite upset and so were a lot of people and I thought it was a really bad, stupid
triumph of kind of cold rationalism over any kind of sense of poetry or what really matters.
So I wrote a protest song about it.
And incidentally, Pluto was always, I always sort of thought of Pluto as sort of like my
friend when I was little, like a kind of place that I would go to, you know, where all the
strays and the kind of homeless people and the sort of the children, you know, who hang
out in a band and all these, all those people would kind of go there and have a family and
feel better and, you know, and keep Pluto company.
What?
Like the crystal ballroom and Pluto was the littlest, furthest away, coldest little
kind of food and the youngest.
So anyway, this is Pluto and I'm hopefully I'm going to put my volume on it but I hope
it works because I'm a bit nervous if it's the first time I've done it.
So hang on.
Okay.
All right.
Here we go.
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