Bittersweet Motel
Every time I think...OK that's it I can't possibly feel that feeling of ecstasy and floating and joy when I listen to them....it all comes back as if it was the first time I heard "Cities" or "Slave to the traffic light" or any of the dozens of others.
"Waste" from Bittersweet Motel
This is really something I can call my own...a very private, incomprehensible- to- most passion and yet shared by a small (or large...depending on how you see it) community of crazy people.
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