Cordelia ,'Lessons'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
I wanna say something, but I just can't get past that whole "A stoned teenager? Mocking something? Has the world gone mad??!?" reaction.
I know! That's what gives me pause. Because usually my targets were just that accurate that all these years later, I can say, "My name is Hayden C, and I endorse my stoned teenage ramblings."
You want a copy of the promo?
If you don't mind, that'd be fab. I'm racking my brains to think of something reciprocal you won't have - Lorca?
Anyway, jim@eatonterry.com.
Email insent, Jim.
Cheers - I'll pick it up tonight.
Now playing: The Replacements Stink. Bought on iTunes.
"This is the Minneapolis Police--the party's over."
Sweet!
t Clutches my first pressing copy with the hand-stamped cover
Clutches my first pressing copy with the hand-stamped cover
A friend of mine has that. Nice.
Now must find my copy of The Shit Hits the Fans.
Now must find my copy of The Shit Hits the Fans.
I have that one on vinyl! Too bad I can hardly stand to listen to it.