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Send Away The Tigers | 70 | 81.40% | |
Second Great Depression | 39 | 45.35% | |
Rendition | 43 | 50.00% | |
I'm Just A Patsy | 29 | 33.72% | |
Imperial Bodybags | 53 | 61.63% | |
Winterlovers | 20 | 23.26% | |
Working Class Hero | 4 | 4.65% | |
Multiple Choice Poll. Voters: 86. You may not vote on this poll |
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I'm spoiling for a fight!
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*dusts off boxing gloves* (again!)
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The Second Great Depression, I'm Just A Patsy, Winterlovers.
Really, really tough, I love this album. Regards, Marwood.
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I agree too.
For those slagging Imperial Bodybags, how can you not like the bouncy rhythm!!
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I seriously found it almost impossible to vote for any of them... Thank God WCH was (wrongly, in my view) in there.
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It was so hard to pick from this..there's only a couple songs I really like.
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These are probably the same people who don't like Postcards in it's entirety, don't waste your breath!
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"Former glam-punk rocker James Dean Bradfield now looks like your friendly, slightly rumpled Welsh uncle who always brings you chocolate when he visits. That's not a bad thing." - Allister Thompson aka The Gateless Gate (Canadian musician) |
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It's not as bad as Autumnsong, but it's close!
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On a cold mids morning the sun shone bright Upon a beautiful smiling five pound note Gazing at me, from the pavement Wet with love, it wasn't there I was dreaming, you always are I see the coins that were your eyes My eyes shining like sapphires I can't think, and I can't paint, I can't love! And no one will, for money makes us up Death to monetaries! Death to monetaries! Patsy The Dolphin Dog |
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Autumnsong is ok. If it had a proper second verse, I would really like it.
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If you got rid of the references to baby's hair, it might be more tolerable...
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On a cold mids morning the sun shone bright Upon a beautiful smiling five pound note Gazing at me, from the pavement Wet with love, it wasn't there I was dreaming, you always are I see the coins that were your eyes My eyes shining like sapphires I can't think, and I can't paint, I can't love! And no one will, for money makes us up Death to monetaries! Death to monetaries! Patsy The Dolphin Dog Last edited by mr bowlase; 14-04-2011 at 12:37. |
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No, "baby" is slang for an attractive woman, like "babe". Also children (usually girls) are sometimes called it by their parents as well, usually up until their twenties but sometimes for all of their lives. My mum still calls my 17-year-old sister "baby". It's not a literal baby; it's both a term of affection from the then-late-thirties Manics and the next generation and it's crossing the gap between them, which is who and what the song's about.
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What I hate about it is it's a shit lyric, pure and simple....
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On a cold mids morning the sun shone bright Upon a beautiful smiling five pound note Gazing at me, from the pavement Wet with love, it wasn't there I was dreaming, you always are I see the coins that were your eyes My eyes shining like sapphires I can't think, and I can't paint, I can't love! And no one will, for money makes us up Death to monetaries! Death to monetaries! Patsy The Dolphin Dog |
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