"It OK things are not OK
I'm not OK
I think I'm not OK
OK"
Black Cab's lyrics from Altamont Diary summarise my feelings.
Black Cab make me think about living in a yellow cab town, yup all the cabs are yellow here in Melbourne. My soon to be four year old did not believe the black London cab on TV was a taxi, he said 'No way, taxis are yellow' I guess socialised wins over innate in the taxi stands.
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