Found this track, was like oh fucking shit this shit is the real shit. Like FUCK. FUCK ME. this shit is fucking great. Yoko doesnt come in til just into the third minute....wait for it. take the whole ride. pure fucking joy. beatles like "....um how?......" but it omes out ok....everybody's listening to each other for real. Just, like, FUCK.
THE INEVITABLE KIM GORDON THREAD
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*it Comes out ok*
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i dont wanna
i dont think so
i could listen to this all fucking day:
Someone explain this thread to me please
its on of my threads.
no one every enjoys them or posts in them.
i however have great fun.
just have some fun and listen and post.
i'll put it another way:
did you hear the absolute joy and determination of Yoko's vocals?
puts her fellows players to shame.
god i love these women
fuck, when you know, you know, fuck
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breaks me every time
going out for a bike ride soon.
i imagine you will be gone by then, thread.
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ciao thread, gots ta go...
love you long time
i hope you have a fun time user
i will!
thanks!
wtf is goin on
This thread was perfectly evitable
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my god the girl's got talent for days
glory glory lay it all on me
NOT BECAUSE I AM EASY, BUT BECAUSE I AM HARD
did id forget to mention that the lyrics of make the nature scene are in part a cut up of an essay by Manfredo Tafuri?
MAKE THAT NATURE SEEN
I haven't fucked much with the past
But I've fucked plenty with the future
Over the skin of silk are scars
From the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed
A stage is like each bolt of wood
Like a, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure
I would measure the success of a night by the way, by the way I
By the amount of piss and seed I could exude
Over the columns that nestled the P.A.
Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off
With a skirt of green net sewed over
With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed
The lights were violet and [Incomprehensible] white
I had an ornamental veil, I can't bear to use it
With the way my hair was cropped, I craved, craved covering
But now that my hair itself is a veil
And the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy
And a sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of skin
I wake up, I am lying peacefully
I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun
I desire him and he is absolutely ready to seize me
In, in, in, in, in heart, I am a Moslem, in heart, I am an American
In heart, I am Moslem, in heart, I'm an American artist and I have no guilt
I seek pleasure, I seek the nerves under your skin
The narrow archway, the layers, the scroll of ancient lettuce
We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly
The mole on the belly of an exquisite whore
He spared the child and spoiled the rod
I have not sold myself to God
lol lettuce
somebody check that shit
I HAVE NOT SOLD MYSELF TO GOD
good night thread
i had a good time with you