I always treat each take as a rehearsal for the next take. That way you can find stuff and keep adding and playing until they tell me to stop.
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.
Best of all is it to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.