I must admit that band did a really good cover of this song
missing my idiot friend D”:
“The empty room, being a tabula rasa, bore aspects of total corruptibility, a potential we’d in childish obedience overlooked until now. Our poses, cross-legged in sheets, around the plate of triangular sandwiches, the ashtray, and the flickering candle, which illuminated the tumble of pillows and duvet like a pink-pale mountain range, evoked perhaps a Native American or Haitian voodoo ritual site. Nothing of this scene would have signified much in a dorm room. Here: revolution.”
The Kardomah Cafe of Fleet Street, outfitted as a public air raid shelter as an attraction during wartime, London/15 November 1939.
and dying in black and white we fight for what we love, not are