Discussion in 'music, bands, clubs & festies' started by danny la rouge, Aug 7, 2018.
See, element of surprise!
When I Kissed the Teacher
One of these days
Gonna show him I care, gonna teach him a lesson alright
I mean, it makes sense, but fuck.
"Mama said I was a dancer before I could walk. She said I could sing before I could talk".
I reckon Mama was chatting shit.
I'm not familiar with that one. But it does sound dodge.
Fake news. He withdrew. Stop fooling the people. It should go something like
First Blast of the Trumpet Against Four Fraudulent Swedes - terrible liars.
I'm sure you lot could all write far more coherent lyrics in Swedish
Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind.
First of all, I'm sure it's still in syndication and secondly, telephony will probably do the trick rather than telepathy. Just saying, like.
Du stalkar diskodansgolvet
Som en sårad älg
Din berusade pratare
Är som en fotnot
Från Rilkes samlade korrespondens
Du är utsikten över Syd Kvarken
På en tisdag morgon
När kanelbullarna är lika inaktiva som andan
Med besvikelsen av igår kväll
hänger från dina lockar
Åh, Famntaget staty
Din sten tånaglar excite mina ländar
nej jag tror inte att du verkligen är statyn
Det är en metafor
Och du är min dansande älg
I wish you could like your own posts. Because that's excellent.
Winner Takes It All
whatabout if you get 5 + the bonus ball ?
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