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Bruce Springsteen, sitting around, and this gun’s for hire.
ZZ Top, shades, and RIP Dusty Hill.
A Flock of Seagulls, A Troupe of Ballettos, and I’m just a dancer.
New Order, bad day, and piss off.
Stone Roses, amazing record, and don’t we all.
Genesis, so sad, and I know.
The B-52’s, clubs, and deadbeats.
Steely Dan, Busta Out, and oh it’s coming.
Bruce Springsteen, A+ band, and no The Replacements don’t suck.
Pretenders, Chrissie Hynde, and demand the impossible.
Gil Scott-Heron, NASA, and worthless billionaires.
Willie Nelson, family, and touring.
My Record Player, my song, and my friends.
Bay City Rollers, Phil Coulter, and Bill Martin.
KISS, Paul Stanley, Gene Simmons, and Bob Ezrin.
Lionel Richie, Brenda Harvey Richie, and I don’t mind.
Danny Wilde, Nick Trevisick, and woah oh oh yeah.
Gary Wright, trains, and drivers.
Blue Mountain, take a ride, and remembering Lane Campbell.
Leo Sayer, Albert Hammond, and Carole Bayer Sager.
John Parr, hearts moaning, and Elmo ain’t no saint.
David Gray, tracers, and a perfect summer’s night.
Big Country, dreams, and stay alive.
Hugh Masekela, Philemon Hou, and The Ventures.
Neil Young, Nicolette Larson, and yup.
The Beat Farmers, Country Dick Montana, and Neighbor Mike Gehant.