I saw one of these on U.S. 19 today as I drove home trying to outrun the sunset. It pulled up next to me at a red light and I knew what it was just by the sound of it and the silhouette in my periphery. So I closed my eyes and heard David Bowie and Freddie Mercury howling about pressure and it was 1987 and we were driving home late at night, the windows down and the smell of cigarettes wafting through the humid air and I wanted to floor it and crank up the stereo as loud as it would go so that David and Freddie were screaming so loudly the words punched through my chest and out through the back of my seat then through the back of the car and out into the evening, swirling skyward...

Why - why - why ?

Love love love love love

Insanity laughs

under pressure we're cracking

Can't we give ourselves one more chance

Why can't we give love that one more chance

Why can't we give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love give love

'Cause love's such an old fashioned word

And love dares you to care for

The people on the edge of the night

And loves dares you to change our way of

Caring about ourselves

This is our last dance

This is our last dance

This is ourselves

Under pressure

Under pressure

Pressure