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#1936
23-07-2015, 08:49
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You've been this way since schooooool
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#1937
23-07-2015, 14:01
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Like a dinosaur who has lost his home, where the dodos roam with no place to go
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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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#1938
23-07-2015, 15:44
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Obsession.
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#1939
23-07-2015, 21:01
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Now feed on alcohol drug and do what you're told
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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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#1940
23-07-2015, 21:26
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Dead trees and traffic islands never meet.
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#1941
23-07-2015, 21:35
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The only way to gain approval is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me
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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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#1942
23-07-2015, 21:58
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Everything is, everything was.
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#1943
23-07-2015, 22:24
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Say you can remember, say where is the tomorrow
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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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#1944
23-07-2015, 22:48
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We are the useless sluts that they mould
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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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#1946
24-07-2015, 17:08
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Everything can mean whatever.
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#1948
24-07-2015, 18:18
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No one knows the hell where innocence dies
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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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#1949
24-07-2015, 18:48
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Sleep for a while and speak no words
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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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#1950
24-07-2015, 18:50
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Sam Colt made him equal.
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