This is the seventh album by Roxy Music.
Scaruffi gave it 3 out of 10.
Scaruffi is a music critic.
Once, a friend and I sneaked into a construction site to retrieve a ball.
While I'm writing this, I'm shirtless.
In the garden of England, dead moles lie in their burrows, in the rain the blind tunnels crumble beneath their feet, isn’t it a shame?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
The roots can't hold them, insects console them.
I don't want to hate, I just want to grow.
Why can't I let myself live and be free?
Instead, I am dying very slowly alone; I know no other ways.
I am so afraid.
Myself doesn't let me just be myself and so I am completely alone...
Call her Daughter of the Moon who dances in the shallow waters of a river.
Lovely Daughter of the Moon who dreams in the shadow of a willow.
She speaks to the trees about the strange cobweb.
Sleeps on the steps of a fountain.
Conducts the song of the night birds with silver sticks.
Waits for the sun on the mountain.
She is a Daughter of the Moon who gathers flowers in a garden.
Lovely Daughter of the Moon who drifts in the echoes of the hours.
Sails in the wind in a white dress.
Drops round stones on a sundial.
Plays hide and seek with the ghosts of dawn waiting for a smile from a Son of the Sun.
How can you copy and paste such beautiful texts (Pawn Hearts) into the review of an album like this?
My teeth grind a cereal and chocolate bar.
Like feathers of a rare foam metal, or like silver wine poured in a spaceship.