I love this song. It has possibly the sexiest line ever written:
I am a Fire, Gasoline. Come pour yourself all over me.
The Harvesting of Futility
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Friday Music - Goldfrapp
Looking forward to a quieter weekend. Who am I kidding? I already know I will be dragged out at 10 Saturday night. Underrated dance song.
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Another year down. Was in New Orleans, Savannah, Chicago, the Great Wilderness, and San Francisco. I had one of the better years of my life.
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This reminds me so freaking much of 83 and 84... I remember when a muse tried to trick me. She pretended to hate something she was to see...
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I like when you rub up against me, as you make sure no one is looking. I just prefer the direct approach. Let's find a quieter place.
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