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04-25-2006, 10:05 PM | #34 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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heartbreaker.....and of course the lemon song
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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. |
06-06-2006, 07:59 PM | #35 (permalink) |
Long time no see
Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: somewhere in Michigan
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the greatest Zeppelin song of All Time
even i cant choose, its a tie between Stairway, and Achilles Last Stand, i only have the The Best of Led Zeppelin any other good albums for them, cause i got most of the good songs that i heard on this two disk set.
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06-06-2006, 08:05 PM | #37 (permalink) |
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Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Keswick, Ontario
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No Quarter.
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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. |
06-06-2006, 08:18 PM | #40 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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pfft the battle of evermore
and i hate stairway....
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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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