Too many to mention.

But my loyalty lies with Marc Almond.

Brilliant writer, brilliant singer. And modest with it.

I wander out along rain washed streets
Blinded with tears
And kicking cans
Wrecked and wild
With an ever-crushing loneliness
Feverish and tousled
With an ever-crushing love
I know I won't find any answers here
I know my pleading voice bounds back an echo
It ricochets back down the cavernous alley
Hey don't be a stranger
Sad how misguided and confused
We suffer inside
Stumbling from one shaky stepping stone
To another
Reaching out for a blind, blind love
Reaching out for a blind, blind love

Small we fall easy prey to self-pity
Wishing I was with you on the other side
Maybe tomorrow I'll join you in Paradise
Maybe tomorrow I'll join you in Paradise  

Magnificent.

Call me Maninibat!