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American Poet. Popsicle.
You made me listen to it.American Poet. Popsicle.
IncredibleGun 'em down, Moz. All of them.
Both MacArthur Parks. Richard Burton and Donna Summer's version.
Between the parted pages we were pressed, in loves hot fevered iron, like a striped pair of pants.
I took too much speed in art school.
Hava nagila now this is a holocaust!
manics - faster
Were they good?Saw them at my local Uni after the release of the first album when they'd said they'd split up if it sold 16 million. It didn't. Obviously.
"For empty souls will stand alone
Shivering like black-eyed dogs
Waiting to be taken home
Where that is they only know"
(know at the end doesn't really make sense, does it?)
Saw them at my local Uni after the release of the first album when they'd said they'd split up if it sold 16 million. It didn't. Obviously.
"For empty souls will stand alone
Shivering like black-eyed dogs
Waiting to be taken home
Where that is they only know"
(know at the end doesn't really make sense, does it?)