My City was Gone / Pretenders

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Just the specific stuff. Chrissy Hynde’s telecaster is blue and blurred and I go through the album cover, reading over the sleeve and liner notes. I am collecting all the records that came out when I was at Harlaxton that are now flooding radio in the US. It makes me desperately sad because even though I had started hating it while I was there, I miss Harlaxton and I lie in bed with tears in my ears and It’s all nameless regret because I wanted more and didn’t get it.