Godflesh Hymns
28 jan 16
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I fucking love them, I love them!
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I'm in the mood for pussy
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So the Oscar goes to....Iñárritu :-)
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I imagine them like this XD
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Amendment to the review: «https://it-it.facebook.com/Veneto-Stato-Indipendente-268066682972/ !!!». See the old version link rotto
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50th comment
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@[JURIX] I'm from Venezia Giulia and I made a mess of dialects. But who cares...
I just discovered these guys recently and I wasn't aware of their true hometown.
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Brosandi
Holding hands in circles
The whole world is unclear
Except for you standing there
Soaked to the skin
Completely drenched
No rubber boots
Running into us
Wants to burst out of the shell
The wind
And the scent of your hair
I hit as hard as I can
With my nose
Hoppípolla
In no boots
Completely drenched (soaked)
In no boots
And I get a bloody nose
But I always stand up
(Hopelandic)
And I get a bloody nose
But I always stand up
(Hopelandic)
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sorry to bother you and Christmas has passed for a while but I can't help it, I need to share this masterpiece with you
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From A to Z, it’s the man who prays to God
despite the devil in us building his cathedral
I struggle to gather my strengths
today the trained gather their armies.

Aaah, illiterate you cling,
ah, ah abracadabra, suitable moments
for relentless activity against mitigating factors, others open gasping habits
"a" acrobatics allergy "a" for anorexia
apathy breakdown anatomy
goodbye buenas dia beautiful, beautiful bullshit
gasoline bacteria booms in bombed earth
"c" we coalesce with those who understand us
church Quran Catholics to those who build
if God were to give us directions, inside I have doubts dilemmas questions gifts distractions.

Eeeh, evident events
"e" to be or not to be the examples
filter through exhausted madness up to double
fruit made in a perfect circle like Giotto
"g" like G8
gazelles hands down
guided young groups geniuses Jesus Giuliani
Afghanistan habitat hobbies horror
hit parade hit list Italy
hip-hop envy greedy in the air
get up washed mastering malaria
- no enemies you navigate shipwrecked,
noo - nothing was born nobody named.

Oooh, I observe for hours and hours
great ear, eight eighths eight horizons every scent could then
speak to you promise you departures
for places countries peoples in peace and origins
then someone here, someone else there
someone breaks relationships bringing reality
I realize remains ruins memories regrets anger
curtain season September sun on the sand.
"t" I fear terror, I fear tremendously
"uh-uh" uniting men equally
a single ultimatum screams howls uv zen zabov zero zipped.