"he like the french perfume / he like to sleep 'till noon"
Monday, July 14, 2008
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind.
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2 comments:
i like this bewigged band
The main guy, Nat Fredburg has been in many great bands. My favorite is the Titanics, although he morphed it into the satan praising Satanics. You might be able to find both discs if you look hard enough. They're top shelf.
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