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10 Murray is a magnificent beauty in the morning. It seems that the powers that be have delayed her demolition in the face of spirited opposition! Perhaps we will bask in her glory for a little while longer.

Time for another Sunday Top Five! Off the top of my head, I'm thinking about my Top Five Songs With The Word 'LOVE' In The Title.
1: Where Did Our Love Go?, The Surpremes

2: You've Got to Hide Your Love Away, The Beatles

3: Will You Love Me Tomorrow, The Shirelles

4: Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me, The Smiths

5: Love Is the Drug, Roxy Music

[Honourable mentions include: Love, Truth and Honesty by Bananarama; Love Is the Key by the Charlatans; (What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding, Elvis Costello & The Attractions; Can't Help Falling in Love, Elvis Presley; Love the One You're With, Stephen Stills; You Love Us, Manic Street Preachers; Slave to Love, Bryan Ferry; Hot Love, T-Rex; and I'm Always in Love, Wilco.]
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Magpie said…
Great top five choice for the day.
Sorry to hear they're going to demolish the building. Soon we'll have nothing for archeologists in the future to study.
14 February 2010 at 10:12
Roddy said…
Love Songs. The Beatles. Released 21st. October 1977.
The year you were born my son.
My memory goes back that far.
A very good year for love!
14 February 2010 at 17:06
yamini said…
Ouch.... You've hit a raw nerve with that title post Kris.
15 February 2010 at 19:47
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, it's a long list!

10 Murray has won a reprieve for now. I wouldn't be surprised if the financing fell through and she'll survive.
16 February 2010 at 13:45
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it was a compilation!
16 February 2010 at 13:46
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, surely not?
16 February 2010 at 13:46
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