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Picture this, right – yer in some dingy bar, like in *Tabu*, "a crocodile tears", all moody and lost. This song’s blarin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, you’d prob’ly charm the knickers off her yerself!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d give it a whirl, haha! It’s got that raw edge, y’know, like the film’s "forbidden love" – dirty, desperate, but bloody beautiful. Makes me wanna howl at the moon, mate.

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Seriously, Howell’s a patchwork of, like, surprises. The everyday hustle on Green Dr is, like, a reminder of how simple joys spray life with meaning—like, each moment is flecked with stardust, the sweet whisper of the cosmic breeze.

John H. Howell