As always - India Hobson - http://www.indiahobson.co.uk
A beautiful evening with our choir of Bright Young Things.
As always - India Hobson - http://www.indiahobson.co.uk
A beautiful evening with our choir of Bright Young Things.
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WATCH ME PLAYING LET IT BE BY THE BEATLES
There’s nothing wrong with sex, people.
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- Having sex every day.
- Saving sex for your wedding night.
- Never having sex.
- Having sex with different people.
- Having sex with one person.
- Having sex with a person of your same gender.
- Loving sex.
- Hating sex.
- Being loud.
- Being quiet.The only thing wrong with sex?
When it’s not consensual.
Because that’s not sex. That’s rape.
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the pixies - monkey gone to heaven
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Sometimes you gotta play Maiden with a friend…on a 12 string.
Happy Sunday everybody!
PS - “Recording” is what our sound guy Joe says before he presses record on anything, he’s from Queens…so now we say it in his honor to embarrass him. - Love ya, Joe!”
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She’s got everything she needs
She’s an artist, she don’t look back
She’s got everything she needs
She’s an artist, she don’t look back
She can take the dark out of nighttime
And paint the daytime black.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.
She never stumbles
She’s got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She’s got no place to fall
She’s nobody’s child
The Law can’t touch her at all.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She’s a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique.
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give it a drum.
—She Belongs to Me, Bob Dylan
