When I was younger Godley & Creme's "An Englishman in New York" seemed like some surreal nightmare parody of a city. These days, it seems almost quaint.
Dismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queuing for sleaze
"Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners, and no amputees"
No Blacks, No Irish, No Dogs.
When I was younger Godley & Creme's "An Englishman in New York" seemed like some surreal nightmare parody of a city. These days, it seems almost quaint.