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She Does It Right - Dr Feelgood.

Skol Special

Riot In Cell Block No 9 - Doctor Feelgood.

Ahem! That was by The Moody Blues Olivia. Still, it's the thought that counts. White Room - KLF Oops! Cross posted.

White Room - Cream

I'm bored by this thread.

I would presume between 10am and 6pm or 9-5.

Hairway To Steven - Butthole Surfers

It's true Brenda. All true. Have I ever talked to you about Santa?

It might come as a shock to you Brenda dear but you can't trust landlords.

Holes - Mercury Rev

And now you're talking bollocks. Easties El, though I agree with the Mozza bit.

Hang On To Yourself - David Bowie

I can sympathise with HB. It must be hot the weather. It does things to a man.

Lady Stardust - David Bowie

Sounds like bullshit probably posted by the owner.

White Man In Hammersmith Palais - The Clash

Yes yes, of course he was. He'll be wearing one full-time soon anyhow.

Rum and black?

Light and bitter Manhatten Tequila Sunrise Niersteiner Piersporter

Good luck with this. If you are casting for a barfly I'm your man.

These Days - Nico

Lush

Hey! don't knock it Narnia I'm rather enjoying this thread having just caught up with it. Anyway, reminds me of John Cooper Clarke's immortal Majorca, which is definitely worth repeating here. Fasten your seatbelts says a voice inside the plane you can't hear no noise engines made by Rolls Royce take your choice ...make mine Majorca check out the parachutes can't be found alert those passengers they'll be drowned a friendly mug says "settle down" when I came round I was gagged and bound ...for Majorca and the eyes caress the neat hostess her unapproachable flip finesse I found the meaning of the word excess they've got little bags if you wanna make a mess I fancied Cuba but it cost me less ...to Majorca (Whose blonde sand fondly kisses the cool fathoms of the blue Mediteranean) they packed us into the white hotel you could still smell the Polycell wet white paint in the air-conditioned cells the waiter smelled of fake Chanel Gaulois... Garlic as well says if I like... I can call him "Miguel" ...well really I got drunk with another fella who'd just brought up a previous paella he wanted a fight but said they were yella' ...in Majorca the guitars rang and the castinets clicked the dancer's stamped and the dancer's kicked it's likely if you sang in the street you'd be nicked the Double Diamond flowed like sick Mother's Pride, tortilla and chips pneumatic drills when you try to kip ...in Majorca a stomach infection put me in the shade must have been something in the lemonade but by the balls of Franco I paid had to pawn my bucket and spade next year I'll take the International Brigade. ...to Majorca

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