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REG HAS MORE BENT OVER MORE THAN OLGA CORBETT TO PLEASE HER.....NOW HE WANTS HER TO MOULD HIM ????? .........IS HE SANE?
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SHE SAID SHE WOULD BE HOME....WHERE IS SHE?????
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REG IS PROMISING BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN EXCHANGE FOR LOVE .....HE'S ON THAT SLIPPERY SLOPE.......HE'S GOING DOWN....
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REG LOVES THIS WOMAN BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM.....HE JUST DOESN'T HEAR THOSE THREE WORDS ENOUGH......DOES SHE OR DOES'NT SHE?..........
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Something for RPM. This piece of filler features a transaction between myself and my 2 year old daughter at her pretend shop. I was the 'custer', she was the 'shoppy keeper', and I was encouraged to ask her 'howzamuchit?'
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More lo-fi noodlings for RPM. Featuring 2 year old daughter let loose on a box of instruments, and then messed with in goldwave. Will be a (poorly) hidden track on RPM album.. when there are actual songs on it.
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When my 'whole morning for recording' turned into 30 minutes, I did this. Beep beep; Driving all over the fucking road. Left right left right doesn't really matter. In n out of lanes in my mitsubishi colt Left right left right doesnt really…
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Muriel Jeanne Skinner promised that if it were possible she would come back from the dead to tell me about the afterlife. She has not returned.. Opened the window to let some air flow through A bird flew in and landed in my living room Something…
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everyone says I cant sing. I can its just im not very good. its not about whether I can so much as whether I should. but I do! yeah I will.. strangle that cat anyhoo people say I cant, I can.. im just not very good. everyone says I cant…
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RIP Tea Cozy Pete; I was always the one spilling out the pub drunk early doors so me and he could speak I knew his name he knew mine id watch his smiling eyes shine philosophising in the street memory failed to remind me. strange. oh…
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