I have been listening to this soundtrack in my car this week, driving from here to there, observing the blurred outlines of trees and the sickly brown cloud of polluted air that crowned them.
You and Me and the Devil makes three.
I can walk down the street, there’s no one there Though the pavements are one huge crowd. I can drive down the road, my eyes don’t see, Though my mind wants to cry out loud.
ghostparties: francoise hardy - le temps de l’amour