melitta

I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall
If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall
I know he's there, but I just had to call
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I heard your mother now she's going out the door
Did she go to work or just go to the store
All those things she said, I told you to ignore
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Oh why can't we talk again
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long
If I don't get your call then everything goes wrong
I want to tell you something you've known all along
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

I had to interrupt and stop this conversation
Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation
I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Oh I can't control myself
Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

Hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah, hang up and run to me
Whoah oh oh oh run to me

oh how I LOVE Blondie!!
I used to have Parallel lines on vinyl, but after a rushing move out from one of the places I used to live, I lost it... its strange how we left objects in our pasts... they just stay there to emphasize the unforrgettableness of the past with their absence...

I always had this romantic tie with vinyls, when I was a child we had a lot, with tales and child songs... and we had an oldschool player in our old house which is the Home for me, it has a certain atmoshere still... so later on I rediscovered my love towards vinyl records, thanks to a friend who had many and I got an old russian vinyl player, that cannot be used, but its cool anyway... these thing reminds me of my oh so happy childhood...

you know heaven is so close, still so unreachable...