Washed up on the shores of Sydney Harbour. No marmite, no music and no mercy from the locals.
The whispers in the dark of night, the cries of drunken joy in the early hours of the morning and the slow burning madness of a mixed up, shook up, muddled up, upside down world.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Songs on the Bridge - 3
Too marvelous for words - Frank Sinatra Houses in motion - Talking Heads