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"
Saturday, April 17, 2010
The Outfield "Your Love"
The Outfield, "Your Love" from Play Deep (1986: Columbia)
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