From the much damned, (and mostly deservedly so), final Blondie album The Hunter. The record's abject commercial failure led to the band's split but they were probably going that way anyway. Listening to it tells its own tail. They had lost their spark, were only a band as such in name any more having split into factions, and Chris Stein was getting ill. Despite all that, there were a couple of tracks that deserve to avoid the general slating. This for instance. Appropriately it's Stein's composition, the second in a row on this imaginary album tracklisting.
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