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02-24-2007, 08:23 PM | #1 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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It`s The End Of The World
Well not quite but this is just as bad.....
I`ve just been on albumbase and every single album link I have clicked onto takes you to I-tunes music store. I was on there a few days ago & it was working fine. R.I.P. another great site
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02-24-2007, 08:26 PM | #2 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
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Works fine for me. Whatcha need?
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02-24-2007, 08:26 PM | #3 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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I wasn`t really looking for anything , just browsing
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Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
03-04-2007, 10:18 PM | #8 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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umm it still works
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
03-04-2007, 10:18 PM | #9 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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itunes can fuck right off.
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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