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Scottie, do you believe that someone out of the past, someone dead,can enter and take possession...
But you're still the hard-headed Scott, aren't you?
Tiki Mugs
I'm not making it up. I wouldn't know how. She'll be talking to me about something. Suddenly, the words fade into silence. The power comes into her eyes, and they go blank. She's somewhere else, away from me - someone I don't know. I call to her, she doesn't even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she's back. Looks at me, brightly. Doesn't even know she's been away, can't tell me where or when.
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It's remarkable to see how much she's developed her music and persona over the past decades. None of that weird-for-the-sake-of-weird weirdness she used to lay down. No sirree. And props to her for sticking with an entirely predictable series of musical tropes. The only true high point is that she's reminiscent of Ginsberg's rap from "Ghetto Defendant." Like Joe Strummer having one beer too many with Johnny Mnemonic while the cover band churns out 90s covers...
At least she gave some 15-year-old a day's worth of work on the video effects. And it's kind of catchy. :-)
she's had a handful of good songs in that gap, but this is an amazing return to form. I'm very pleased. also, stop making fun of my no-ass. I'm already scarred for life because of it.
All that man-eating has affected her appearance a little.
Good tune. Love Grace Jones.
I still listen to Living My Life. Stands up just fine after all these years.
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