I haven't killed it in repetition.
I haven't listened too hard and heard the disappointing little man coughs behind the impressive machinery.
I still want to sing along, make my voice as much like that voice as I can and feel the frission of spine tingle when I hit the notes that fit those notes in a way that compliments in *just* the right way.
it's absolutely lovely knowing that you haven't killed your heros yet this week.
