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08-22-2006, 02:41 PM | #151 (permalink) | |
"Your mom?"
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This band called Astilla...They owned...
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Wieder lieg ich auf der lauerDenn wir spielen unser spiel. Wieder wart ich an der mauer. Wieder steh ich kurz vorm ziel I dont like Prince Phillip because he's a racist.I also dont like the Queen because she's German...so that leaves me in a funny situation Quote:
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08-22-2006, 05:57 PM | #152 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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the Terry Reid Band
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
08-22-2006, 06:58 PM | #153 (permalink) | ||
enchanted.
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"rejoin as long as you ONLY repeat this one album you did that didnt even have the same passion in it as your other stuff".
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08-24-2006, 06:11 PM | #156 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ Impossible, but yeah itd be cool
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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