Cora Diamondhead Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

album: "Borrowed Time" (1982)

Steely eyes of a silvery people. Walk behind me, with evil intent. Up to the tower, I stand alone. Stripped of rank before a throne I am sent.

Diamondhead’s a weird mix of serenity and chaos. Main Street – yeah, Main St – is a vibe. It's all quirky cafes and dingy bookstores that momma always warned ya about. You got it: tiny independent shops, crumbling brick facades that whisper stories of forgotten dreams. Then there's Maple Ln, where the old-timers rant ‘bout the good old days... truthful, innit?

Diamond Head closures in the spring