Draw all others a Short Straw, You artist once infamous for making a disk world appear as being spherical, rolled the rock and ..plugged in the acoustic triangle. Err, iMean, cowbells, ..ow wait: made a crazy dog dancing like mad in the frying pan. Cyclop iPatch? app-lause!
..never washed the mud off that autograph from that fair-weather predicting air-drumming fortune teller on global Crystal Sphere and Rock around the Cuckoo, Nest and verified rumors on Chanel #5, say.. Ney, not wReally! nYet. Gonna save that bit for a rainy day.. You have, betman'd wager. Since you was the first geezer diving off backstage then. Legendary. Proud to know yoooo. RockIt. Da Boat.
haWaij: would there finally be those unheard-of raving guitar solos what were shaking at HereN'Now's very speculative foundations? it's not enough HalloWeenies here..
Maybe when Halloween is over the Moon's dunno, mood for a continuation of ey Sentimental Journey on-to-wards the Stars behind wadded cells, phones and ring the deputy. Bob "Ready as Reggae can be" Marley is about to shoot into his second leg. Or wazzit Eric "Slowhand" Clapton? you are the expert. In giving police officers, having a tea break at Hollywood Studios 23:59 and 79.5 sec on New Year's Eve, a very hard time in counting clowns.
Now flip the besides from the back lashing vinyls. Oh happy hippo yeah..
we furry hippie harry pottermoosses had too high an unsolicited hope that common man unaided had anything worth in him left.
Then came disco. Or Punk? ney: let's say Kraftwerk blew it. Each and all into crumbling smitherrooneys. Like common muse thought of propping its armlong extremities spectacularly onto any keyboard and out come surround dings sounds so surreal. Making country song worshipper cry. Even more than on average. FOR FUCK SAKE. That was polished polka played by Polish pre-time caveman here in Beethovenland in the middle of sweetest dreams at full blast. You better embark on Billboard shards..
Lemme ask you a question: have you ever heard of Rocky Horror Picture Show? couldn't find out why they throw polished rice against the wind, mills and other fans. When there is Janet Susan Sarandon Planet, da pop corn. Err queen of wild-blinking studio disco-lights. YES! we are on thin air. Speak Red Alert in...Tea-minus-sugar. You are about to stick the launchpad landing. And Kangaguru Boomerang of Oz has it backwertzy. Must be DJumpin...
..tell me about it.
*Figuratively speaking*
Draw all others a Short Straw, You artist once infamous for making a disk world appear as being spherical, rolled the rock and ..plugged in the acoustic triangle. Err, iMean, cowbells, ..ow wait: made a crazy dog dancing like mad in the frying pan. Cyclop iPatch? app-lause!
Heya PP. Heh, I said PP. Ahem. Yes or No question for ya. Have you ever seen the entire Woodstock '69 movie?
..never washed the mud off that autograph from that fair-weather predicting air-drumming fortune teller on global Crystal Sphere and Rock around the Cuckoo, Nest and verified rumors on Chanel #5, say.. Ney, not wReally! nYet. Gonna save that bit for a rainy day.. You have, betman'd wager. Since you was the first geezer diving off backstage then. Legendary. Proud to know yoooo. RockIt. Da Boat.
Well then, find the directors cut on DVD, clear 4 or 5 hours and do so.
haWaij: would there finally be those unheard-of raving guitar solos what were shaking at HereN'Now's very speculative foundations? it's not enough HalloWeenies here..
Maybe when Halloween is over the Moon's dunno, mood for a continuation of ey Sentimental Journey on-to-wards the Stars behind wadded cells, phones and ring the deputy. Bob "Ready as Reggae can be" Marley is about to shoot into his second leg. Or wazzit Eric "Slowhand" Clapton? you are the expert. In giving police officers, having a tea break at Hollywood Studios 23:59 and 79.5 sec on New Year's Eve, a very hard time in counting clowns.
Now flip the besides from the back lashing vinyls. Oh happy hippo yeah..
Ok. Mostly agreed. But, that wasn't actually a Yes or a No answer. True? Yes or no?
we furry hippie harry pottermoosses had too high an unsolicited hope that common man unaided had anything worth in him left.
Then came disco. Or Punk? ney: let's say Kraftwerk blew it. Each and all into crumbling smitherrooneys. Like common muse thought of propping its armlong extremities spectacularly onto any keyboard and out come surround dings sounds so surreal. Making country song worshipper cry. Even more than on average. FOR FUCK SAKE. That was polished polka played by Polish pre-time caveman here in Beethovenland in the middle of sweetest dreams at full blast. You better embark on Billboard shards..
Lemme ask you a question: have you ever heard of Rocky Horror Picture Show? couldn't find out why they throw polished rice against the wind, mills and other fans. When there is Janet Susan Sarandon Planet, da pop corn. Err queen of wild-blinking studio disco-lights. YES! we are on thin air. Speak Red Alert in...Tea-minus-sugar. You are about to stick the launchpad landing. And Kangaguru Boomerang of Oz has it backwertzy. Must be DJumpin...