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competition to find the mot spastic lyrics in a song, winner gets a cd with music on it mailed to them by me ok,.. here are the rules *) Lyrics have to be proper audible lyrics.,. not samples chopped up or vocoded,. *) People can enter as many as they want, *) has to be 4 lines or more, but please don't send in an entire songs worth of lyrics *) you have to name the artist and song *) only 1 song from a particular artit per person,.. (eg. I can't name any more underworld as this is my entry) hey phob's, any chance of making this an official comp |
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My Entry: (as in the spaztik lirik post) Underworld: Spoonman: dont put your hand where you wouldnt put your face she said a dollar rubber rat utah plates brilliant green substance unknown with a face like a peeled onion sheep in drag horseback automatic to make your home clean make it sani-flush she said now im a new skin-free crispy with this urge to phone into the nosmoking zone of stainless steel tokyo me and big white dog got to hijack pecan tarts for babylon bambi out of mercer street where the crackheads catwalk charity where teenage sex rides a stoned rhythm trading its chiliskins to the screamers come to hunt their meat to the gold diggers in kissboots and the recycled blondes in theirstack heeled snatches the monster trucks the rolling rocks the poodle boys with their little bone diggers and dark stuff comes oozing out the apple core tonight like a beggars dog tasting the wind |
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Nero's long hot tongue Nero's long hot tongue licks This is the sound of the world turning round The underground This is the sound of the world turning round Of the world spinning round You get eaten alive by the perfect lover You get eaten alive by the perfect lover You get eaten alive by the perfect lover I fell into a burning ring A burning ring of knives And the knives slide in They slide deep into my skin And they open me so wide That you stick your head inside You stick your head inside You get sewn inside alive You get eaten alive You get eaten alive You get eaten alive You get eaten alive by the perfect lover You get eaten alive by the perfect lover You get eaten alive When you've swallowed one you just swallow another When you've swallowed one you just swallow another To drive away this hunger You stay in there forever Caught in the centre of a Circle of mania Chemical angel enters arena Toro D'Or falls to the floor Falls to the floor Falls to the floor And he's fucking the floor, fucking the ground Fucking the ground Fucking the ground The hole in the ground The hole in the ground And hot wires sing deep in my skin I'm writhing, perspiring like Dutch Schultz at 106 degrees And I wake up licking I wake up licking the bedsheets clean Licking and sucking and sucking And licking and sucking - Coil, Circles Of Mania (but you should hear how it's actually sung, john gets crazy when singing it, laughing, screaming, making noises with his tongue etc.) |
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I think people are going to find it hard to top my one... :) |
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hahah that's awsome,.. I'll download now,. |
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so you will mail yourself a CD ? If you are supoosed to be the jury you cannot take part into the competition for obvious reasons... |
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that was an example more than anything,. but I think it set a pretty high standard too.. |
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Shall I conclude that Uzim is now ranking #1 of the competition ? |
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but I still think mine is better,. I'll wait til I hear the song,.. |
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Easy, and it doesn't resort to profanity: Super Furry Animals - Ice Hockey Hair: She's got ice hockey hair It's instamatic and it has such flair And when the puck hits the back of the cage She feels the tingle of a quiet rage She thinks it's tasty Me thinks it's hasty Take me to a chorus now Tell me what to do if it all falls through Can you point me a direction I can take my shoes? What did I do to you to make you feel so blue? I get the impression that we're overdue I got the lunar madness And it's coming straight to you Table tennis rules They're so confusing it's not played by fools And with my tank filled to the brim You may suggest to me anything Phone me, page me Fax me 'til I'm silly Answer me today _______________________________ That's what happens when Welsh people try to write English lyrics. Shall I email you my address for that CD? ;) |
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that's all funny and weird,.. but I think that uzim's entry is more "spastic",.. I'll just try and download that song,.. see how well it is executed |
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Shit, I just remebered, parts of it are kind of vocoded. I think they did it by "singing" through a harmonica... |
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www.mp3.com/raimons A song about a lost soul and his own way of thinking! Credits Raimons Raimons - Spiderman i woke up in the morning. i felt a little strange. i saw a spider on my hand. the bastard stuck his poison into my balls. now you know i am the chosen one... now i now im the one, i can climb on the walls i can climb in the roof, i canc climb on the floor. i wanna be the spiderman im gona give the world a chance im gona bethe spidermn i went down to the bar to get myself a beer. they said to me im not the one. so i said - hey! what are we talking about? im spierman and nothing at alla can stop me. so step aside ,im the chosen one. now i now im the one, i can climb on the walls i can climb in the roof, i can climb on the floor. i wanna be the spiderman im gona give the world a chance im gona be the spiderman |
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hahah that's fucked up,.. |
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A but obvious, coming from me.. but oh well. The be-all and end-all of nonsense songs, there can be NO other winner. I Am The Walrus (John Lennon, Paul McCartney) Lead Vocal: John Lennon I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly I'm crying Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come Corporation teeshirt, stupid bloody Tuesday Man you been a naughty boy You let your face grow long I am the eggman, they are the eggmen I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob Mister City Policeman sitting Pretty little policemen in a row See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run I'm crying, I'm crying I'm crying, I'm crying Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess Boy you been a naughty girl You let your knickers down I am the eggman, they are the eggmen I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun If the sun don't come, you get a tan from Standing in the English rain I am the eggman, they are the eggmen I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo goo joob Expert textpert choking smokers don't you thing The joker laughs at you? Ha ha ha! See how they smile, like pigs in a sty See how they snied I'm crying Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna man You should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe I am the eggman, they are the eggmen I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob Goo goo gooooooooooo jooooob |
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Syd Barrett VEGETABLE MAN (unreleased) In yellow shoes I get the blues, So I walk the street with my plastic feet with blue velvet trousers make me feel pink. Theres a kind of stink about blue velvet trousers In my paisley shirt, I look a jerk, and my turquoise wasitcoat is quite outta sight. But oh, oh, my haircut looks so bad.... Vegetable man! Where are you? So I change my gear, and I bugger my knees and I cover them up with the latest cuts My pants and socks are all in a box It does take long to find darn old socks The watch, black watch, my watch with a black face and a date in a little hole and all the luck, its what I got, Its what I wear, Its what you see, It must be me, Its what I am! Vegetable man! Where are you? Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah Hah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah - oh! I've been looking all over the place for a place for me But it ain't anywhere It just ain't anywhere. Vegetable man, Vegetable man, Vegetable man. Vegetable man, Vegetable man, Vegetable man, He's the kind of fella you just gotta see if you can, Vegetable man. |
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Syd Barrett BIKE I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like. It's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke. There's a tear up the front. It's red and black, I've had it for months. If you think it could look good, then I guess it should. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house. I don't know why. I call him Gerald. He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I've got a clan of gingerbread men. Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men. Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world. I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I know a room of musical tunes. Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork. Let's go into the other room and make them work. |
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Syd Barrett - Octopus Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro' you have no word trip, trip to a dream dragon hide your wings in a ghost tower sails cackling at every plate we break cracked by scattered needles the little minute gong coughs and clears his throat madam you see before you stand hey ho, never be still the old original favorite grand grasshoppers green Herbarian band and the tune they play is "In Us Confide" so trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro' you have no word Please leave us here close our eyes to the octopus ride! Isn't it good to be lost in the wood isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood meant even less to me than I thought with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds clover honey pots and mystic shining feed... well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border hey ho, huff the Talbot "Cheat" he cried shouting kangaroo it's true in their tree they cried Please leave us here close our eyes to the octopus ride! Please leave us here close our eyes to the octopus ride! The madcap laughed at the man on the border hey ho, huff the Talbot the winds they blew and the leaves did wag they'll never put me in their bag the seas will reach and always seep so high you go, so low you creep the wind it blows in tropical heat the drones they throng on mossy seats the squeaking door will always squeak two up, two down we'll never limit so merrily trip forgo my side Please leave us here close our eyes to the octopus ride! |
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Arrrg Ophecks you didn't read carefully the instructions: only 1 song per artist. That's 3 for Syd Barrett. You will surely be disqualified ! too bad good try. |
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What a fucked up thread. *contributes* ---------------------------------------------- I have seen the sleeping knights of Jesus Gazing out across the open sea I have seen the sleeping knights of Jesus And they look extremely tired to me Dying of starvation in the gutter That is all the future holds for me Or alcoholic poisoning in the toilet of my choice That's all there is as far as I can see Fried to death in seconds by the Russians Or if you're lucky, just a sudden stroke A lingering death from fallout As your teeth and hair fall out And certain death from cancer if you smoke But I have seen the sleeping knights of Jesus Gazing out across the open sea I have seen the sleeping knights of Jesus And they look extremely tired to me Put your faith in God, He won't expect you Put your faith in death because it's free If you believe in nothing, honey It believes in you For God's sake, don't waste any faith on me When He comes to judge us in His glory Then we'll see how old a man can get He must be feeling ancient up there On the rim of space Two thousand years and He ain't been back yet But, I have seen the sleeping knights of Jesus (Rub their eyes) Rub their eyes and gape at what they see I have seen the sleeping knights of Jesus (And it looks as though) And it looks as though they've noticed me And it looks as though they've noticed me ------------------------------------------------ Robyn Hitchcock: Ye Sleeping Knights Of Jesus |
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(chorus 2) "They're coming to take me away, Haha, they're coming to take me away, Ho ho, hee hee, ha ha, To the happy home with trees and flowers And chirping birds and basket weavers Who sit and smile and Twiddle their thumbs and toes And they're coming to take me away, HAHAAAAAAAAA" - Napoleon XIV: They're Coming To Take Me Away |
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*cries myself to sleep, having blown my chance at insaneo lyrical stardom by going overboard |
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APHEX NU who's sniffing glue pOgO it's you And you aint got a clue Ophex the slut Stuck in a rut How much will it take To keep your mouth shut LeCoeur/Amelie With her sex appeal With he Quote of Ze Day She's keeping it real Now I'm getting bored Of rhymes on the board So for tis liitle ditty It's the end of the road |
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"Ellen, My Love" First Verse (single chords) Piercing my sould with your tender replys, To see forever I just look in your eyes. The words you whisper of what we can become, Uniting our spirits, two souls become one. Interlude (flowing chord extensions) Second Verse (single chords) Flowing with purpose, this heavernly power. Rising above, this winter-torn flower Memories of the future embrace us with light So softly, so sweetly, you take my hand, and dance... Chorus (fast and energetic) Bridge (piano takes chorus melody) Third verse (repeating chord triplets) Remember the lake, the sunset, the skies, The laughing, the crying, big races, bike rides. Remember the vision, the purpose, the tears, The poems, the columns, the handprints, the cheers Interlude (flowing chord extensions) Fourth Verse (repeating chord triplets) So many questions, but somehow I know, With light from your face, you can't help but glow. You are a song that I'd never heard, You told me the world, without saying a word. And we danced... Chorus (fast and energetic) Into the night, into the heart, Two souls merge, lighting the dark. A river of love, forever, no end, My beacon, my comfort, my lover, my friend Bridge (piano takes chorus melody) Repeat Chorus (slow and peaceful) |
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My entry to the competition (it's more a poem than a song but it's supposed to be chanted): William S. Burroughs - Curse go back Lock them out and bar the door Lock them for e-v-e-rmore Nook and cranny window door Seal them out for e-v-e-rmore Lock them out and block the rout shut them scan them flack them out Lock is mine and door is mine Three times three to make up nine Curse go back curse go back Back with double pain and lack Curse go back-back ----------------------- link to an audio version (bad quality) |
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''Ophex the slut Stuck in a rut How much will it take To keep your mouth shut '' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's the sad truth. I have a new favorite lyricist. |
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hee hee I love you really =oX |
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ok,.. we have 5 entries so far uzim - coil - circles of mania raimons - raimons - spiderman (shameless self promotion) ophecks - I am the walrus pomme de terre - robyn hitchcock - ye sleeping knights of jesus Laserbeak - Napoleon XIV - They're Coming To Take Me Away I won't tell you who's winning,.. that would just ruin it,. I might have a consolation prize,.. I haven't decided yet I'll end the competition once it gets to 15 entries |
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6,.. uzim - coil - circles of mania raimons - raimons - spiderman (shameless self promotion) ophecks - I am the walrus pomme - robyn hitchcock - ye sleeping knights of jesus Laserbeak - Napoleon XIV - They're Coming To Take Me Away pogo - ellen - my love |
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AWWWWWWW Pogo that is a GREAT rhyme.....esp the Ophecks part....tee hee damn girl you've got a talent!!! =0) |
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*ahem Batwings (A Limnal Hymn) (The key to joy is disobedience There is no guilt and there is no shame) A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen A night-piece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment A rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorants Kept in a box of translucent scale A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature That it will scarcely endure the light And therefore only shown in winter Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly And batwings And batwings And batwings sing this limnal hymn A wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within To keep the darkness sealed within To keep the darkness sealed within To keep the darkness sealed within A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup *the rest of the song is sung in tongues* - Jhon Balance COIL |
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Wait, cancel my last one. |
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Here is my official entry : The Sea Priestess, COIL On the sea coast of Tibet Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway They've been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood There's a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure And the giantess, sea priestess, beckons the passers-by "Do not lose sight of the sea. Do not lose sight to the sea." Her wizened mouthpiece whistles with silver fishes Swirls of spider-crabs crackle like Wimshurst mechanicals All around her, jellies are diaphanous After washing myself clean, I had breakfast with the sea priestess Whose sibilant esses are escaping gas from the sea floor The sea priestess lays on a bed of nails Twenty-seven lead soldiers at her head The sea priestess is escaping gas The grass that grows is turned to gas Gas fired from a gun, herbal hydrogen If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster If it goes any faster there'll be an astral disaster We spent the rest of time With furious faking of dreaming Pissing tiny diamonds, and passing the time wondering Whether we should walk down the same path That had introduced us to the valley the day before I was woken three times in the night And asked to watch whales, listen for earthquakes in the sea I had never seen such a strange sight before Somehow I think the soft verges of insanity At the hard shoulders of reality Point past signs It's probably a lack of poor visibility And something special in the sand And the essences the rocks on the seashore make The men here are desiccated like mummies Been out in the sun for thousands of years, walking along The women stuff themselves ful |
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-full of collagen and other animal remains I don't think we'll stay here long As soon as the ships have been rebuilt, we'll be out of here Into the sun Our ship was wrecked on the sea coast of Tibet The first thing we saw were several Egyptian Aztecs arriving from Norway Here all nature is naked We watch acrobats bathing themselves in blood And over the doorway is a beast of prey Straddled on the threshold of pleasure And a giantess, sea priestess, beckoning the passers-by She implores them, "Do not lose sight of the sea." She says, "Do not lose sight to the sea." |
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uzim - coil - circles of mania raimons - raimons - spiderman (shameless self promotion) ophecks - I am the walrus pomme - robyn hitchcock - ye sleeping knights of jesus Laserbeak - Napoleon XIV - They're Coming To Take Me Away Cabbog - Coil - The sea preistess |
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one of my favorite radiohead songs: it's crazy but makes perfect sense..... "While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds. You feed me to the lions, a delicate balance When this just feels like spinning plates. I'm living in cloud cuckoo land. And this just feels like spinning plates Our bodies floating down the muddy river." |
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"Like Spinning Plates" sorry...if it wasn't obvious..... |
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WORD SONG: s.b. "Sting, Crocus, Glycerine, Goal, Goat, Glover, Gold, Local Stocks Type Food, Wild, National, Lake, Flag, Valve, Gyroscope, Insect, Heat, Helium, Leg, Fair, State, Invention, Be able, Refraction, Faction, Altar, Action, Hunter, Intrest, Bollock, Market/ Loads, Liquids, Eon, Eaters Jaws, Jungle, Main, Signal, Knives, Kitchen, Ingot, Lovie, Mirror, Mold, Mysine, Moat, Poppy, Rubber, Radar, Rags, Sugar, Teak, Silver, Pug, Tin, Beet root, Carrot, Ebony, Fruit, Copper, Silk/ Cock, Piston, Pygmy, Hidden, Pact, Timber, Pudding, Straw, Raindrops, Smattering, Ranch, Chameleon, Prairie, Pods, Trigger, Musei\ums, Scales, Square, Ultra, Potter, Map, Vent, Volcano, Vein, Wreck, Tactic, Tidal, Archers, Valley, Hand, Inflect, Impression, BAlloon, Blast, Molten, Ewe, Gamma, Meeting, Lightning, Signal, Violent, Aural, Coal..." Mr. Barrett went back to the studio with Mr. Waters and Gilmore after he'd fried himself into madness and his frail and freyed music was magically captured on the album Opal. Word Song is just Syd sitting in front of a mic with a guitar and listing off these verses of unassociated words. Weirdly Brilliant! |
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[deadwhitespoon] who is sb |
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feck,.. I'm an idiot,.. that's the bunch from pink floyd isn't it,.. |
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Skinny Puppy - Spasmolytic making time in a low rent highrise no place to go downtown crushing crucifixion particles aching harmful descent take a shot and hide subway slam dance stale mattress slow throb bloating freshly open grave barefoot beggar knotted finger turning pages in a book descending no noise the great trees fall calmly through the window see backward elevation faded spirit of the gold toothed whore moon dances wondering how could this ever be kicking the habit possesion in the flesh loves made up melancholy kicking the habit trip back and unleash all anger emerging from the waterfall branch fork horse rear snorted downward a vulgar desire playing cards conjured on fly blown dimly lit round a room of shadows claw the side phantom pinches waking from a dream half eaten candy from some disordered heaven swirling tastes phornicate rotted meat a nested virus feels eating dish aging she sits alone in the worry shes created more time holy hatred kicking the habit |
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..or any other Skinny Puppy song, Ogre is my hero when it comes to spastic lyrics. |
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I'll be back in 5 hrs,.. I gotta go to work,.. keep em coming,.. |
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ok,.. I'm back 9 so far,.. Steve - Skinny Puppy - Spasmolytic Deadwhitespoon - Syd Barret - Word Song ziggomatic - like spinning plates uzim - coil - circles of mania raimons - raimons - spiderman ophecks - beatles - I am the walrus pomme - robyn hitchcock - ye sleeping knights of jesus Laserbeak - Napoleon XIV - They're Coming To Take Me Away Cabbog - Coil - The sea preistess |
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I have a good entry for this contest, but it's kind of personal to me. |
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[spookyluke] just send it in,.. |
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When Do I get my Award? |
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,......... I'm waiting for 15 entries total I need six more people |
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