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Tunk, tunk, Tunk. John Moran is sitting on stage playing some morose song that he wrote for the woman he stole from Jeff Buckley. A fact he explained in detail before he started to play. He picks out guitar parts and grins looking at the ceiling of The Arches as trains go over head. “I love that”, he comments as an aside. Tunk, tunk, Tunk. He stares happily till the next singing bit comes and turns back to his lyrics. Tunk, tunk, Tunk.