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[Don't ask about the stage set in a clearing somewhere in camp, complete with modest, if loud speakers. There's also not much of an answer for the horde of zombies swinging to the music, waving their toxic green glow-sticks.
But the young singer riling up a crowd has the floor open for questions! Once she's done with the song, that is.]
In a glowing red cafe terrace,
With the fragrance of Turkish coffee,
The Tango rhythm, sounding depressed, dances alone.
Wind blows in my heart . . .
If you're not coming,
I wonder who I'll want to dance with . . .
Silver moon, red moon.
You are so cold, my zombie dandy.
[Intro for Lynn Minmay! Excuse me as I get to used to the new icons and voice <3 Edit: Picking up tomorrow!]
But the young singer riling up a crowd has the floor open for questions! Once she's done with the song, that is.]
In a glowing red cafe terrace,
With the fragrance of Turkish coffee,
The Tango rhythm, sounding depressed, dances alone.
Wind blows in my heart . . .
If you're not coming,
I wonder who I'll want to dance with . . .
Silver moon, red moon.
You are so cold, my zombie dandy.
[Intro for Lynn Minmay! Excuse me as I get to used to the new icons and voice <3 Edit: Picking up tomorrow!]