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That song is "In A Beautiful Place In The Country"...Everytime I hear it I want to climb into the sounds forever. |
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then live therre |
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if I could throw you in a song I would throw you in the song Blackstar from Lustmord. |
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i'd throw him in a silly VS track |
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I want to live in this song: On a summer day in the month of May a burly bum came hiking Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking. As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey Where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won't need any money Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain, At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains There's a lake of gin we can both jump in, and the handouts grow on bushes In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day, and the bars all have free lunches Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops, and the folks are tender-hearted Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks, And your hair is never parted Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain, At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run, to the hay field they were bounding Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come to the big rock candy mountains?" So the very next day they hiked away, the mileposts they were counting But they never arrived at the lemonade tide, on the Big Rock Candy Mountains Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain, At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning, Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "Boys, I'm not turning." "I'm heading for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains;" "So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains." |
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Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain, At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning, Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "Boys, I'm not turning." "I'm heading for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains;" "So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains." In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright, The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day On the birds and the bees and the cigarete trees, The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too And you can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin, And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks, I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day Where they hung the jerk that invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains! |
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i'd live in yoshimi battle the pink robots |
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That's on this week. |
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I have the dvd =oD |
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Next week i mean. |
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outdone. |
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I've been to Flaphead, it's a strange dark place with lots of fast strange things going on. |
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I want to live in strawberryfields forever |
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It want to live in Solar System by the Microphones. |
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An obvious choice but "Sone in Focus", the light would gently rise and fall, and aeons would pass in the languid blink of an eye, all would be vaporous cool blue with access to an infinitely stocked mini bar. |
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Hmm yes, my life up until recently could be summed up in Rhubarb from SAW2. |
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i'd live in Club Tropicana by Wham, because the drinks are indeed, free. xox |
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I'd live in Ghostwriter by RJD2... |
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a little margaritaville for me. |
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I want to live in the Town of Point, with Oblio and Arrow. And I want to go for weekly walks in the Pointless Forest, to meet the Pointless Man, the Rock Man, the Three Fat Sisters, and the Leaf Man. And play some Triangle Toss every once in a while. Best 2 out of 3. |
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lol |
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i want to fuck you like an animal |
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