My regular alternative podcast is not streaming properly. So I am trying out a KROQ2 Online Station to write with. I always here something I used to really relate to, something that kept me alive when my meds stopped working.
Try this:
There are flies on the windscreen.
There are lambs for the slaughter.
Death is everywhere,
There are flies on the windscreen, for a start
reminding us…
That we could torn apart
tonight.
Come here, Kiss Me, Now….
Death is everywere.
The more I look
the more I feel a sense of urgency.
Tonite.
Come here, kiss me now.
Come here, kiss me, now.
Lyrics from Depeche Mode’s “Fly on the Windscreen,” a real gloom and doomer.
Now it’s Billy Idol.
“Flies on The Windscreen” a secondary single…played on radio here and there.
