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28-06-2015, 20:54
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28-06-2015, 21:10
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 I'll start from the Y, after all, it is the last post muahah. You're tender and you're tired.
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 Fall in love, fall in love with me,nail a crucifix onto your soul. (don't be shy)
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#1758
28-06-2015, 22:08
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Don't want no friends.
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#1759
28-06-2015, 22:51
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Solitude sometimes is the place that I would like to live
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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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28-06-2015, 23:11
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Everything must go
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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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28-06-2015, 23:57
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Experience is lost on 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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29-06-2015, 05:10
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Every day more numb to agony.
Last edited by wannagetout; 29-06-2015 at 05:14.
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#1766
29-06-2015, 09:19
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Dead Yankee Drawl hey we got your beat
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29-06-2015, 15:29
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Geister wie verlebter Schlaf.
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29-06-2015, 15:38
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Forever but not today
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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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29-06-2015, 17:46
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You don't drink, you don't get high
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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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