what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

…yeah, you reach for the golden ring

reach for the sky

baby, just spread your wings

and get higher and higher

straight up we'll climb

we'll get higher and higher

leave it all behind…

 

 

a seemingly endless string of cliches strung together like the cheap plastic beads on a Las Vegas Airport vending machine necklace, toss in a heaping helping of 80’s keyboard, sprinkle with Hagar, top with a dollop of Eddie Van Halen, let stand 3 to 5 minutes at room temperature and call it a hit song

 

dreams

 

5150

 

1986

 

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