Susie, do you know anything about... witches?
SUSPIRIA (1977) dir. Dario Argento

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Susie, do you know anything about... witches?
SUSPIRIA (1977) dir. Dario Argento
Joan Didion, September 2005
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Pink Floyd soundcheck at Radio City Music Hall, New York City, March 17 1973
David Byrne
Stop Making Sense
ONCE IN A LIFETIME ★
eyes that light up, eyes look through you / cover up the blank spots / hit me on the head
TALKING HEADS | THIS MUST BE THE PLACE (NAIVE MELODY) Stop Making Sense (1984) | dir. Jonathan Demme
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Jim Croce
Sometimes I forget how good Jim Croce is at lyrics, and then I hear a line like, "If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud."
Like, damn Jim. That's a hell of a line.
just saw some idiot tug on superman's cape, spit into the wind, pull the mask off that old lone ranger, AND mess around with jim in that order
Jim Croce
Shoutout to the radio dj who just said “fun fact I crashed my car to a Jim Croce song”
Why are there like a million songs about love but only one song about the south side of Chicago, in the baddest part of town, where if you go down there you better just beware of a man name of Leroy Brown