Burt wrote the soundtrack of my life. In fact he wrote the soundtrack for many, many lives for the last 70 years or so. The dude had “feel” like a motherfucker. And everything he wrote was bittersweet.
I can’t hear a song of his that doesn’t remind me of a former girlfriend and the times we had together.
Burt wrote the soundtrack of my life. In fact he wrote the soundtrack for many, many lives for the last 70 years or so. The dude had “feel” like a motherfucker. And everything he wrote was bittersweet.
I can’t hear a song of his that doesn’t remind me of a former girlfriend and the times we had together.
Burt wrote the soundtrack of my life. In fact he wrote the soundtrack for many, many lives for the last 70 years or so. The dude had “feel” like a motherfucker. And everything he wrote was bittersweet.
I can’t hear a song of his that doesn’t remind me of a former girlfriend and the times we had together.
Burt wrote the soundtrack of my life. In fact he wrote the soundtrack for many, many lives for the last 70 years or so. The dude had “feel” like a motherfucker. And everything he wrote was bittersweet.
I can’t hear a song of his that doesn’t remind me of a former girlfriend and the times we had together.
Burt wrote the soundtrack of my life. In fact he wrote the soundtrack for many, many lives for the last 70 years or so. The dude had “feel” like a motherfucker. And everything he wrote was bittersweet.
I can’t hear a song of his that doesn’t remind me of a former girlfriend and the times we had together.
Burt wrote the soundtrack of my life. In fact he wrote the soundtrack for many, many lives for the last 70 years or so. The dude had “feel” like a motherfucker. And everything he wrote was bittersweet.
I can’t hear a song of his that doesn’t remind me of a former girlfriend and the times we had together.
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Also, nice board selection as always.
Burt was my childhood.
Throbber is in mourning.
I can’t hear a song of his that doesn’t remind me of a former girlfriend and the times we had together.
The Throbber listened to an Apple playlist of Burt's songs yesterday. Fucking A. The man was a musical genius.
The Throbber also cried like a fucking bitch. Happy tears with strong memories triggered by Dionne Warwick asking if I knew the way to San Jose.
Reparations for feelings.
Take that to the tug, I know.
Makes you think.