Yesterday, as I wrote, was the anniversary of John Lennon’s death. So, why not play on it?
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
“Temperature’s rising. Fever is high. Can’t see no future. Can’t see no sky. My feet are so heavy. So is my head. I wish I was a baby. I wish I was dead. Cold turkey has got me on the run.” – “Cold Turkey” (Lennon)