Can someone please buy me the cat falling vinyl pressing of Takako Maimiya’s 1982 album Love Trip? My 1980s Japanese City Pop itch wont truly be scratched until that vinyl is in my hands.
Bad luck never leaves.
Your jinx just floats around like the taste inside your mouth,
Or the sound when your skull cracks.
Feel the growing pains.
It means you're growing up too fast.
Telling white lies to black cats.
Stretch me out across the tracks.