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28-06-2015, 02:11
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Everywhere death row
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Phoenix Festival 1996. Toronto Warehouse 1999. *some time passes* Toronto Danforth 2015. Royal Albert Hall x2 2016. Manchester, Llandudno, Cardiff 2018. Manchester x2, Birmingham 2019. (I am on the wrong continent, clearly.) Coming up! Silver Spring, Philly, NYC, Toronto 2022 
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#1744
28-06-2015, 16:28
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We missed the s*x revolution.
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#1745
28-06-2015, 16:34
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Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air
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#1746
28-06-2015, 16:48
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Remember the feeling of a frozen embryo
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The early bird catches the worm... does the worm think that that's the way we all go? last.fm NICKY WIRE'S BASSES Cardiacs, song-by-song
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#1747
28-06-2015, 17:25
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#1748
28-06-2015, 17:56
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A Cuban adjustment act.
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#1749
28-06-2015, 18:07
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Teacher starve your child PC approved as long as the right words are used
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"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more," - Byron 'I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.' (from Sea Fever - John Masefield) "Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all" - Emily Dickinson
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#1751
28-06-2015, 18:36
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Yourself
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"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more," - Byron 'I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.' (from Sea Fever - John Masefield) "Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all" - Emily Dickinson
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#1753
28-06-2015, 20:23
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Equality for the masses never felt better.
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#1754
28-06-2015, 20:49
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Rendition, rendition
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