It was a thing with a head like a spud ball. It was a song, the song we were looking for. . I always have to state to myself. It has nothing to do with me.
I used to believe everything I read (x3). But that's all changed 'cause now I'm stepping out. That's all changed 'cause now I'm. Stepping out (x3). I used to stay in the house and never go out.
When I was a young man, yeah, I really knew it all. When I was young, why I just, yeah, really knew it all. So if you'll listen to an old dog bark. You might see that hole before you fall.
Good man, lend a hand. Help me to deal with some scum. Who are only in their late teens. But I hate their existence. They think 3 on 1. A normal thing.
Past trees the fairies are flyin. Past trees with rose bushes in. The child was spoilt Victorian. The child was spoilt Victorian. . Spoilt Victorian Child.
JJK Mel. Scent of Vichy. ...expensive. JJK Mel. A.K.A. M.E.L.P/B.L.E.. Speciality. Superb sunflowers. From the outskirts. the melodic experience. amplified.
May the sideshow begin. Spinetrak. Your man from Escom (Eastbourne?). Is a schizophrenic. He also thinks he's a man. His other half is his side-kick..
M.R. James, be born, be born. Yog Sogoth. Rape me Lord.*. I've suffered a great wrong. Such hatred, Church's song. Part One: Spectre v. Rector. The Rector lived in Hampshire.
M.R. James, be born, be born. Yog Sogoth. Rape me Lord.*. I've suffered a great wrong. Such hatred, Church's song. Part One: Spectre v. Rector. The Rector lived in Hampshire.
M.R. James, be born, be born. Yog Sogoth. Rape me Lord.*. I've suffered a great wrong. Such hatred, Church's song. Part One: Spectre v. Rector. The Rector lived in Hampshire.
M.R. James, be born, be born. Yog Sogoth. Rape me Lord.*. I've suffered a great wrong. Such hatred, Church's song. Part One: Spectre v. Rector. The Rector lived in Hampshire.
Young dicks make TV. Get 'em away from me. Young dicks make TV. Loads of hair-style ideals. Here's the other end of the tale. Here's the other end of the scale.
The firmament is both my enemy and my friend. One other thing's for sure - division in my soul. Punk art person was you my son. You're an androgynous piece of slop.
Think.. Like mountain climbing. or skiing in the alps. Think of it.. I don't.. It was a big fat [...]. Wet, the ugly pavement cracked. It was unsafe..
Fall advice!. Fall advice!. Fall advice!. Fall advice!. . The Year Number 1. Has gone and turned. Into Year of Bomb. TV wars 24 hours. But it happens.
Tight faded male arse. Decadence and anarchy. He said, he smiled. Something to dance to. A certain style. Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile. Meat animals. Smiled.
Right here's the definitive rant. Slates drive me bats. Male slates I bait. . Male slates, male slags. Male slates, male slags and apes. Male slags, slags slates and tapes.
Out of the airs of time's fitful sleep. Snap right up, and out of the bed. Pick up your legs, shake your head,. Take an easy breath.. Think how great God's golden assurance is.
The harpy was the tops. Whose hair contained some red. Thin white skeleton. Just too good in bed.. . He mother from the circus. Put her on Junior Show Time.
You feel depressed 'cause you've missed the day. Then you have to go to the hall. . Whip wire. Whip wire. Hawk man. Slip down easy. Don't make me a go-between.