If I was DJing an 80s asexual rollerdisco party, I would definitely bump this song from 1982: "Love My Way" by the Psychedelic Furs. Because really, aren't we all just looking for love our way?
There's an army
On the dancefloor
It's a fashion
With a gun my love
In a room
Without a door
A kiss is not enough
In
Love my way
It's a new road
I follow where
My mind goes
They'd put us
On a railroad
They'd dearly
Make us pay
For laughing
In their faces
& making it our way
There's emptiness
Behind their eyes
There's dust
In all their hearts
They just want to
Steal us all
And take us all apart
But not in
Love my way
It's a new road
I follow where
My mind goes
So swallow
All your tears my love
And put on
your new face
You can never win or lose
If you don't
Run the race
yeah, yeah, yeah
1 comment:
Those are great lyrics, and a poignant reminder that when you go down a new road the risks are great but the rewards can be pretty significant too. Maybe that rollerdisco party will happen someday :-)
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