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Sounds from the rubber room. Music for the trashed generation. At least theres hope. By louie on March 7, 2012. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Sounds from the rubber room. Music for the trashed generation. Now all grown up. Made a real success. Used to sit on buses. Come half past three. And playin with his cock. Now he settles down. In an unlit doorway. Laugh and piss on him. Much to his delight. Carlos B July 2011. By louie on July 6, 2011. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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words | sounds from the rubber room
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Sounds from the rubber room. Music for the trashed generation. Wot i would hate the most. Wot would send me to hell. They knew me so well. So let me tell you now. You know nothing of me. Even if you think you do. You’ll never share. You’ll never cure the lame. So save your prayers. By louie on June 15, 2011. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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Sounds from the rubber room. Music for the trashed generation. Over the milkshake girls. And when i told them the reason. Thats when they gave me the pills. The girl with one arm. She started it all. Her forearm bought the passports. For the kids on waybaloo. Sold into a life. Of running round blue screens. On little green pills. And thats where Terry Swift steps in. Theres lots of shit as well. Too much to tell you now. Theyre unlocking my door. Now theyll give me more pills. But theyll never stop me.
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mumblings | sounds from the rubber room
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Sounds from the rubber room. Music for the trashed generation. Over a pint of bubbled scrotex 6.4% (tick that one off in your little books you real ale cocks) my friend Joss expressed his view that “all music journalism is shit”. Later, rifling through some half discarded paperwork i found my only foray into music journalism or as it is now to be known “shit”. The following article was first published in Robust Sounds june 2001. Here follows the story of Evil Gazebo. That evening Stimpton shivered in the...
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Sounds from the rubber room. Music for the trashed generation. TERRY SWIFT-A SLIGHT RETURN. Part two in the peado trilogy. Was it the swimming baths? Was it at soft play? I heard it was. Chessington world of adventure. But i couldn’t. Rhyme with that.). Where did you first think. To think that way? While thinkin of kids. Compared to what you did. Now as part of the plan. Terry sits in an office. Listening to some woman. The abuse he suffered. Has caused all this. No wonder he has no memory.
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sounds from the rubber room | music for the trashed generation | Page 2
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Sounds from the rubber room. Music for the trashed generation. Bull;June 15, 2011 • Leave a Comment. The old man sits. And nurses his beer. As if it’s his ex lover. Who he never wanted to leave. The young boy drinks. Leering at barmaids,. Can be thrown away. Who jerks off more. First published in the bath burp april 2011. Bull;May 30, 2011 • Leave a Comment. That every word i speak. As if it were a crime. I thinks its for the best. If i say nothing. Bull;May 20, 2011 • Leave a Comment. It goes on and on.
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the second mix | sounds from the rubber room
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Sounds from the rubber room. Music for the trashed generation. Here it is then the second mix. Its got hip-hop reggae power pop 60’s garage and northern soul. Feel free to download or listen. But most of all have a sly dance round your room to it. By louie on June 16, 2011. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Blog at WordPress.com.