Rush to danger, wind up no-where,
Ahh, but, Bunny, I loved you...Morrissey - Now My Heart Is Full
He laughed nervously, 'You and me,' and heard the hoot of a bus with the joy of a besiged man listening to the bugles og a relieving force. 'There,' he said 'the bus. Let's be going. I'm not much of a one for the country. A city bird. You too.' She got up and he saw the skin of her thigh for a moment above the artificial silk, and a prick of sexual desire disturbed him like a sickness. That was what happened to a man in the end: the stuffy room, the wakeful children, the Saturday night movements from the other bed. Was there no escape - anywhere - for anyone? It was worth murdering a world. Úr Brighton Rock eftir Graham Greene
Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie og Cubitt úr lagi Morrissey eru einmitt söguhetjur þessar fínu skáldsögu Graham Greene. Segiði svo að það borgi sig ekki að hlusta á gáfumannapopp!
Ég vona að einhverjir Lloyd Cole aðdáendur hafi tildæmis þannig byrjað að hlusta á Arthur Lee, það væri þeim hollara - þó Lloyd Cole sé góður, og sérstaklega fyrsta platan, Rattlesnakes.
Er til eitthvað sem gæti heitið yfirmannapopp? Hvað gæti það verið, er einhver sérstök hljómsveit sem mínum góðu lesendum, gæti dottið í hug að kalla yfirmannapopp?
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