Moonage Daydreams of Stardust. …Your poison doesn’t hurt me, no Tender wine disguised in a milk-fat fair kiddie show. I’m here to celebrate the one below The last I heard from good God above Was the slap on my ass by a lipstick-kissed elbow glove…” – “The Ballad of Maxwell Demon,” Shudder To Think. A true songwriter would give his … Read More