That's the first time I've heard more of that song than just a couple lines. One of the guides on CO when I paddled the Grand, had a BirDay on the trip and somebody gave him a little purple doll all blingy and it played a couple lines of that song. . . the dad played it ALL DAY. . . EVERYDAY. . . til it finally died.
That is such a quality route. I need to go back and do it again. On my first try, I had led pitch #4 and right at the end of the strenuous lie backing, my hands popped. I flew out and off, blew the small tcu I put about 7 feet above the last bolt and fell a total of about 25 feet. Somewhere on the way, I smashed my left elbow on a small ledge / hold / something. It swelled up to the size of a baseball and my whole arm was black and purple for weeks.
I don't think I broke anything. Most of the swelling went away within a week, and it didn't hurt. Only now 2 months later is the last of the fluid receding.