Moving On Up Some songs sting more than most, but not for those reasons: not love, not hate, never the changing of the seasons or the guard - the rennet’s set them hard - coagulated whatever stirred. Some songs sting because they’re heard. I speak not of loss but something’s lost: they’ve done us wrong, moving on out, your time is up – some bland playlist drops, Falconer and Garraway rap something…