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Music Addict
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: Fort Washington MD
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I was dead. This was hell. There were no demons, no hellfire or brimstone, just a deep, complete feeling of darkness and hopelessness. This was the never-ending void. Not at all how I had imagined it, but worse than I thought that it could have been. |
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The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
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Still rate the Barrett stuff over anything else Pink Floyd ever did.
His solo stuff is like an emotional rollercoaster , it`s almost like you can hear him losing the plot. very sad.
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Music Addict
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Keswick, Ontario
Posts: 731
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Lock to field screen, row the ocean onto sentient ground. New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon. Prevails flight resplendent, sails the shrine effulgent windship. Stillness breathes apex supreme - I walk toward the mountain. Crowns the sovereic rite to freedom. Shored the origin forms to a ground accede. Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining. Glows serene to attenuate the space and time. |
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dontcareaboutyou
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: North Carolina
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Sad stuff. RIP Syd.
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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this should be in rock and metal....its not really sad cause you dont know him personally, but it still sucks cause he was a good muiscan..
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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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