flashback: chart topper in my bedroom

this is one of the cassette tracks i was ruining by playing over and over in the winter of 1988.

I was faced with a choice at a difficult age
Would I write a book? or should I take to the stage?
But in the back of my head I heard distant feet
Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco beat

{I could leave you, say goodbye...
Or I could love you, if I try}



see also:

You always wanted a lover
I only wanted a job
I've always worked for my living
How am I gonna get through?
I come here looking for money
And end up living with love
Now you left me with nothing
How am I gonna get through?