‘Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing,
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.’
Pulp, ‘The Trees’
It’s a place I always come back, I always went back, I always stop by. And I always remember too much of these trees. But they’re there. They’re gone again. And I don’t feel like doing like Jarvis sings at the end. I won’t go & tell it to the trees. Yeah.