“You’re the pulse that I’ve always needed. Like a drum, baby, don’t stop beating. Like a drum my heart never stops beating.” When I think of Joburg, I think of the chorus to the Philip Philips song, Gone, Gone, Gone. […]
“You’re the pulse that I’ve always needed. Like a drum, baby, don’t stop beating. Like a drum my heart never stops beating.” When I think of Joburg, I think of the chorus to the Philip Philips song, Gone, Gone, Gone. […]