Star Trekking across the Universe.
Wrong song.
The chemical residues are trying to hold onto any vestige of its chemically fuelled past.
A walk might kick those tunes in.
Then I'm nodding, one two three four, is my mantra, as I pound the pavement to the dissident tunes of John Gartland.
Fair warning, this one hour track will never be played in the West.
The Mullahs would be all over him like a teenage suicide bomber at a Sunday mass.
Wrong song.
The chemical residues are trying to hold onto any vestige of its chemically fuelled past.
A walk might kick those tunes in.
Then I'm nodding, one two three four, is my mantra, as I pound the pavement to the dissident tunes of John Gartland.
Fair warning, this one hour track will never be played in the West.
The Mullahs would be all over him like a teenage suicide bomber at a Sunday mass.
