Michael Jackson, a tormented soul who wrought childhood abuse into amazing talent, was the indisputable King Of Pop. May his soul find find the peace which he could never find in a life surrounded by abusers, liars, parasites, misleaders and lowbrow Kevorkians. Amen, M.J. R.I.P.
When I did a stint as a university professor this fabulous song came out, but was underplayed. I thought it was great all-around pop. I had even taken to calling my female students (in rare moments of unbridled enthusiasm and being my joyous self) "PYTs" ("Pretty Young Things"). A great idea -- using an acronym as the catchline and the title of a pop song.
Click and enjoy, MFs! ("My Friends!"), and please remember to retweet us to complete us.
Love to all. - RadioDAZZ
LINK: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-3JYuv9w4U
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