I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden ones, written in pain, written in awe by a puzzled man who questioned, "What are we here for?" All the strangers came today and it looks as though they're here to stay.

-David Bowie "Oh! You Pretty Things"

Friday, February 26, 2010

Erasure "Always"


Erasure, "Always" from I Say I Say I Say (1994: Mute)
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