Eeek, well now I know the festering pit of intrigue that Mudcat is home to, I'll never sleep or dream agian.

God names in musical terms, I did not know, I thought you were making a play on SunDog/God.

Where were you when you woke up? Oh arses, is that some kinda clever Koan thing? I'd suggest you drag out some faded pages of Gurdjieff to answer that one.

Maybe if I were to sit with the sunset fully, and be present to that moment, it'd be worth singing for. Each day's death is an apocalypse of sorts I guess.