Since this album was the only eight-track tape we had at my fast-food job in a Penn campus place called The Flying Machine, these songs are seared into my psyche:
Look at you, look at me
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Had the original vinyl, which was a multicolored swirl, not black. Psychedelic! Great album, but I think my ex copped it when we broke up back in 1983.