F#1164

"sink or swim life and limb heads or tails soul to sell tear a hole burst in tears the end is near no volunteers he talks his head off pick me up in an orange car take my heart take me far pick me up in an orange car you don‘t know you‘ve left a scar pick me up in an orange car let‘s forget who we are"

G#101

Years passed, tastes evolved, sounds that once were there every day, now appear only occasionally.

Among those, however, there are a few that manage to blow my mind in the same way they used to.

F#1163

Go March!

The eluding beauty...