i can't take the pace really i can't...
"a song that reminds you of somewhere"
the entire john denver repertoire on the radio cassettte all the way to cornwall i don't know how many years in row. too many. i wouldn't torture you. quite why we didn't have more tapes is a mystery still. and it was a day and half drive. at least. more probably. almost every bowie record is my sister's bedroom with me banging on the wall. you just can't like the same records as your little sister. unless she pinched them off of you then you just like them a little less. and walmer bridge village hall is all manner of joy and pain. something for everyone. the rockers in a circle banging heads too school haired but dreaming of leathers and unimaginary guitars the farmer's boys and girls lined up for quo and the big bagged soulers tank topped and taking up the whole room same steps same songs every fortnight... clap your hands now...
the velvelettes - needle in a haystack
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We used to drive over night towing a caravan to Cornwall, my dad shouting continually at my brother and I for fighting in the back seat all the time. I think it took us two days from Airdrie to Polperro!
I am enjoying this very much but imagine that like a marathon it is more fun to watch than do *cheers her on from sidelines whilst sipping pint*
keep going,keep going,watch those puddles 'still water sometimes is very deep'...a fantastic toe tapping finger snapping smile widening winner.
drooping already and i think i've pulled something but hey...
and why hasn't theis song been adopted as a radical lesbian anthem huh?
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