Thursday, 20 November 2008

The 'Kill Rock Stars' Tour comes to Prozacville

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7 comments:

  1. UnknownThursday, November 20, 2008 9:45:00 pm

    Yet again, word verification says it all: manden

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  2. neilornsteinThursday, November 20, 2008 11:31:00 pm

    Ry Cooder If Walls Could Talk Lyrics:
    (Bobby Miller)

    Well, if things could talk
    then I'm sure you'd hear
    A lot of things to make you cry my dear
    Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
    Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
    Ain't you glad [Glad]
    Glad that things don't talk

    Now, if shoes could tell where they've been
    When you say you've been visiting a friend
    Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
    He-he-hey, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
    But ain't you glad [Glad]
    Glad that shoes don't talk
    [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/HfsV ]

    Now, if doors could tell who's turned the knob
    When he's away out on his job
    If cars could tell who's been inside
    And who's been taking you out for a ride
    Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
    Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
    But ain't you glad [Glad]
    Glad that cars don't talk

    In a world of trouble I'd be
    If things ever told on me
    My whole life would be through
    'Cause I'm guilty, how about you ?
    If things ever talk that way
    Ain't no telling what they might say
    Ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
    Oh, ain't you glad [Ain't you glad]
    Ain't you glad [Glad]
    Glad that things don't talk
    Lyrics: If Walls Could Talk, Ry Cooder [end]

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  3. soulbrushFriday, November 21, 2008 10:09:00 am

    neil has a lot of spare time. hey thanks for commenting on my blog again mr p, long time no see!

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  4. SamFriday, November 21, 2008 8:32:00 pm

    Drink up, baby, stay up all night
    The things you could do, you won't but you might.

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  5. AnonymousSunday, November 23, 2008 3:04:00 am

    hey. i fucking commented yesterday but looks like it's gone to the ether. hate when that happens.

    coincidentally (or no??) my 8 year old is making a graphic novel about the attack of the dead musicians.

    mr peeeeee let's listen to dead artists and get fucked up. that would be most flumer (flumer being my word veri)

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  6. switchSunday, November 23, 2008 2:15:00 pm

    sometimes the simplest things distract me...this time it's that fan, front and center waving the big salad spoon.

    must be a sign, or something

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  7. Debra KaySunday, November 23, 2008 2:53:00 pm

    Maybe all the little pills are the ones' everyone else Od'd on. Od'd on, Od'd on......I love the way that sounds.

    Od'd on
    Od'd off
    Od'd do si do

    derchi (veriword)

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