If, like me, your teenaged self oozed unctuously around town, too cool for the room, styling to Bauhaus' doom-crooning hit, then you'll love this version.
White on white
translucent black capes
back from the rack...
red velvet lines
the black box...
Oh, the drama!
Clever boys.
2 comments:
That was great! I love that song.
Ah, the 8-minute (1 clove) DJ smoke break song!
I just sent that off to my favorite ukelele-playing goth. Heaven help me; he'll find something to bend my brain in revenge - or better yet, when next we meet up, he'll have mastered it. Y'never know.
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