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Hunting for beginnings to an amateur laser-disc collection, I went to Goodwill, summoned with the lie of wanting clothes. (Although, that's entirely not a lie, I do, indeed, want clothes.) As an elderly man was searching through older, 1940s, records, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a large, shiny, silver disc. "Ah, Excuse me, can I see that?"
Oh, Indeed, Tralas, Tralas! A laserdisc.
One I was amazed to find, at Goodwill, at that!
The Wings of Desire.
No - not a cheap erotic thriller as the title implies.
Supposedly, it's Wim Wender's masterpiece.
I, at the moment, have no way to find out.
I have new pants.
I've gotten a hair-cut.
Now you all haven't a reason to be embarrassed by me.
"If You Needed Someone" The Field Mice.
"My Chosen One" Guillemots.
Oh, Indeed, Tralas, Tralas! A laserdisc.
One I was amazed to find, at Goodwill, at that!
The Wings of Desire.
No - not a cheap erotic thriller as the title implies.
Supposedly, it's Wim Wender's masterpiece.
I, at the moment, have no way to find out.
I have new pants.
I've gotten a hair-cut.
Now you all haven't a reason to be embarrassed by me.
"If You Needed Someone" The Field Mice.
"My Chosen One" Guillemots.