Not too many people have heard of Crack the Sky. I wouldn’t have either, if it hadn’t have been for my roommate Sandy. I got completely attached to their debut self-titled album. A couple of years ago I spent a ridiculous amount of money to get it on out-of-print CD.
“Hot Razors in My Heart” should have gone big. At eighteen, I completely got that image of pain. I wish you could hear the perfect studio version, but you probably never will. This live one’s a bit uneven, but you’ll get the idea.
Cindy I don’t want to catch you in his car
Cindy you don’t have to play with me no more
All the boys are telling stories about you
I don’t want to hear no stories about you
Cindy you don’t have to run around any more
Cindy you don’t have to prove to me that you can score
When you dance with the boys in the street
Can’t you see that it’s tearing me apart
Hot razors in my heart
Heart hot razors in my heart
Cindy you don’t have to make me crawl no more
We can make it better than it was before
Tell the boys you belong to me
Tell them anything but stop this bleeding in my heart
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I certainly hadn't heard of them. I'm going to have to listen to this later in the day; work beckons.
Helen: I'm finding that work is seriously cutting into my blog time.
Yes, whatever happened to that move towards a 30-hour work week?
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