I Wanna Be Ur Lover (1979)

o Farrah pharaoh: the feather up and off your shoulder— an absence of pressure. but the weight of the guitar and the bass, the synth and kit— the all that was all you ever wanted to do.  the disco video grain like a leopard skin or baby powder tossed at an afro. someone blowing in your face gently— maybe the 80s you were coursing. you keep changing parts— this one that, mother and sister, too. was it you wanted as easy as making something not you speak you you spoke it —you say—maybe first: if you love you get loved. the spangle in the air shine before the light shine it. the tips of your hair coming back with they own air.