I often used to browse a second-hand record shop in West Street, Farnham. One afternoon I found the "Smells Like Truth" album on the discounted shelf and was captivated by its cover. As this track shows, the music didn't disappoint once I'd handed over my quid and got it home. "Arms of a Dream" is still a haunting track.
I’ve always found the summer to be the only season in which I struggle to
write poetry. Of course, an extraordinary heatwave like the current
all-but-unbea...
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