the fault is, i can find no fault in you.

i often think that if i went to Mars, this song would be number 1 for ever



extraterrestrial white funk. beyond this world and timeless, yes. close the curtains and turn this up very loud, then luxuriate in the icy beauty.



Billy, i miss you. Miss yours and Alan's risk taking, your talent, and the fact that as a young teenager you took me out of my bedroom in Blackpool to a purple paradise.