This is the only song that could fill my head for three months while wondering the numerous Gypsy villages of Spain. It has both staying power, and, evidently, protective powers. Ah, it's the sound of a tap shoe wearing presumptuous cloud inviting itself into a a cask of 22 year old scotch. This song makes that noise.
This is the only song that could fill my head for three months while wondering the numerous Gypsy villages of Spain. It has both staying power, and, evidently, protective powers. Ah, it's the sound of a tap shoe wearing presumptuous cloud inviting itself into a a cask of 22 year old scotch. This song makes that noise.