Gerard placed the needle down on the old black vinyl Led Zepplin track Stairway to Heaven that he’d found at the market, reversing it’s tracking so that it played backwards. “Listen to this man. This is really creepy.”
They strained to interpret the words, ” Oh here’s to my sweet Satan; the one whose little [track] would make me sad, whose power is Satan.”
“Do you reckon they did that on purpose Gerard cause of all that hype about rock ‘n roll being the devil’s spawn.
“No idea mate but its the devil being in side on such a nice day, howabouts we do the foreshore track?”
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