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Lyrics Panic Prevention (from booklet)

Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:29 am

These are the lyrics as printed in the CD booklet. Any obvious typos/mistakes, then let me know. I noticed grammatical errors like "Your/You're" stuff, that's how it's printed.

I've uploaded scanned images of the lyrics, should still be readable. Find those in the "(image)" links beside the track title.

Clicking one of the following links takes you direct to the lyrics you want, but in a new window. Or, you can just scroll down.

01 - Brand New Bass Guitar
02 - Salvador
03 - Calm Down Dearest
04 - So Lonely Was The Ballad
05 - Back In The Game
06 - Operation
07 - Sheila
08 - Pacemaker
09 - Dry Off Your Cheeks
10 - Ike & Tina
11 - If You Got The Money
12 - Alicia Quays



Brand New Bass Guitar (image)
Well I, I went to buy myself a handgun
Why you think man, to shoot down everyone
So you better go running star
But I spent all my money on this cracked out piece of shit called the bass guitar
Well here we go
With a break down low
Say hello baby

We all know what you got to do
Always just comes down to you
We all know what you got to do man
Always just comes down to you

Shut that door
Spewing all over the floor
Say hello baby

Well I, I went drinking down at the bars
I went drink driving in your mama's car
So you better go running star
Cos right now I'm not really sure if I can drive for shit but, ahhha

Well here we go
With a break down low
Say hello baby

Run young son got himself a brand new bass guitar
Young son got a brand new bass guitar
Young son got a brand new bass guitar...
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:31 am

Salvador (image)
Chorus.
From here to Salvador the ladies dance
To fill us reckless sons with the passions of the heart

I've been around this town for so long
She's been dancing since the first day
I've been all around but I love coming back to see Lucy
She swings me over to pull me out twirls around
And I fall about in giggles and laughter
Oh I'm plastered and can't deal help it
I'm sorry love

Bridge.
What's to falling feeling feet but you know
Who dancing around these streets there
Lonely like you and your falling to ask
For a dance or two

With a heart of gold and a face so pale
With a second hand dress and the lips of a tempress

With a barstool banshee who howled at me
The kings and queens of the clubs evolved from pubs
And too much broken heart love
And singing up the blues in a locked box bedroom
A whap bopalu bop to whap bam boo
Are you gonna take the chance
Why do you care no one play fare
And neither do the lords of the dance

Chorus.

Well a bang bang Anglo Saxons at the disco atishoo you all fall down
Hound dogs rowl on the prowl for the next young girl
Who told her daddy I'm going round Gemma's to learn and study
Cos I'm young so free and I'm kinda sexy and when I'm on the floor
All the boys that feel me and old dear diaries never been a friend of mine

Chorus.
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:31 am

Calm Down Dearest (image)
Big bang, where we going what we doin this night
I feel drunk already maybe drink got spiked
But more likely of the like that I'm just a lightweight
Well I don't care man I've been drunk forever
I've sedated hatred I've sedated pages
I've sedated worthwhile cages stages and all of my rage
This is a good time to start dancing to this song man
A good one dj play the record on man

So where be Joey get us a drink a dimp of whiskey
And look at the lady she be shady but we maybe
What you doing where you going to there after
She said get the fuck out man you seem to be so plastered
And we be all the night drinking it staring at the girls alike
It's all good man what goes on drink your can
Walking it drunk down the Strand
And talk about how you missed the whole club queue
Well who the fuck are you

Chorus x2
Heavy it's on my mind
Say you feel just fine
Racking stacking lines
I said calm down dearest

I remember shooting shit down the old alleyways
Talking tragedies of music like old Holiday
I remember what we doing and I don't remember now
It's the past it's the future
I don't know how to carry on though the rights and wrongs
Kick it like we know the songs
Already before we rock steady down and on the dancefloor
Well I don't get no fights when I get angry drunk
I sit down in the corner and I sulk my fucking socks off

So who the fuck are we? Just the boys in the city
It's all been done before and we do it again so
We'll see you later alligators
We'll be back I'm sure next week sitting in the bar you know
So good bye bye
We'll never try never to die but
We're so young we don't understand if we canna fly
So we're here now but we will be gone soon
But not today not tomorrow not the next tune

Chorus x2
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:31 am

So Lonely Was The Ballad (image)
So lonely was the ballad
Harmonica man Sam was so knackered
After jives of love
He puts on the gloves then puts on his hat
Then it's home to the missus who sits on his tongue
Selfish sons with their packs of cigarerres
Forking out two take your girl with the ticket
Some times same other times not with it
Standing at the picket man your hands they're freezing

Girls with their pearls on the flex of Monroe's
Half gee blow Marilyn's gone loco Navahoo
High ho silver hey ho let's go dancing with the average Joe's
Who talk with their fists and argue with their friends
Always take the piss but they're loyal in the end
Watch out cuz they'll steal your girlfriend
Take her round the back and she'll come back limping

Chorus.
Girls singing on the bus fellas kicking up a fuss
Crying out sighs but they're still looking dangerous
This is definitely all for you
Living life in the fast lane give it up when you got no game
This is definitely all for you

So remember when you choke there is a reason being
Leaving the town haven't been believing
Blowing up smoke from the lung to the ceiling
Making sure nightmares turn up in your dreaming
We're all good as we bounce this way
On the mic everyday hitting up the country
Good times in the old city who listening and who wants war

Chrous

Some of them said you never made the cut
Young son breakaway want to be older
Sober as a judge as the door slams shut
Three bags full and a yes for the no sir
Say as you leaving get up to go go
Say hello sha woddy woddy wa wo wo
There's never been a better way of getting right out of this town on Monday
I still wear up my old tap shoes they fit
You and me look twelve years old back when I was ten
Whilst boozy Suzi got woozy with a who's he advantage taking
If I ever see again that chaperone get kicked in the teeth
High street down town well the dress is ripped and her shoes are soaking
One step three back drinking potion

Chorus
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:32 am

Back In The Game (image)

Take your brother down to the sea
Have a two's on a cigarette
Young sons mozy it happily
Learn facts on the soviets
A crowded room that fits just three
Takes four do you connect
All this shit means fuck all to me
Long livers in the subsect

So crazy Billy Jay Jones
Robs banks just for the shits
Alone giggling so stoned pick up the phone
Cos that money I lent you said was just a loan
You're danger prone
With too much gel and a whiff of dad's cologne
Leave me alone
Cos now you're come down and
You've just gone lowered the tone

Chorus x2
But after about ten dear minutes he was
Back in the game
Thought he was done man thought he was finished
Back in the game

With a tainted brain of intoxication purple heart smart ass
Got on a transistor said that you missed her
Looking for selectors and found no one better than you
With brother boys blue kick up the old take up on avenue
Or two and do what you do
Kicking up time cos now it comes down
And it's for who the bells toll.

Chrous x2.
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:32 am

Operation (image)

Sitting heavy in the operation and the people said they can't walk out
I remember you walking in that's why you've got this door
Looking lock stock on the older days my time
Seems to be running away singing up songs or the rights and wrong
I don't expect any more from me oh

Chorus x2.
To all the dead people especially out to Diego
A friend with the criminal intention of the bad liaison

Bridge.
Take your problems to the United Nations
Tell old Kofi about the situation
Tell him how you left the whole congregation
Sitting on their own in the pews all alone

Well the have ago hero shouts in the old door luck
Sinning it down this sucks
For the breaks of the no go zero kicking it down
Don't want to raise, sing him up, give him away
Have a good luck
I ain't no abacas but you can count on me love

Chorus x2

Bridge x2

Is it away out of the day calling yourself back to kingdoms
Is it a time singing your lines for old Broadway
Time it has passed for being the last to enter the race for the future
It pass so fast and fast is thin and that's why were withering
So good is the bad the ugly left with your face in the morning
You screamed at the back told her just jack about how you lived on the weekend
So killers in the midst told you about it years before you answered
The whole of the point the real today is passed and now you're finished

You scream like nothing's wrong, sons of silence are in them songs out loud for the reservation, it's all thriller no filler
Then a beat came up the line, 3 or 4 times, it's the first time you say
It's all filler no thriller

To the lost boys in a lost town, to the lost girls in the lost and found
I'll find you out when you hit the ground
Don't stop moving baby dance around x3

You scream like nothing's wrong, sons of silence are in them songs out loud for the reservation, it's a thriller no filler
Then a beat came up the line, 3 or 4 times, it's the first time you say
It's all filler no thriller.
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:32 am

Sheila (image)

Chorus.
Sheila goes out with her mate stella, it gets poured all over her fella, cos she's says, man he ain't no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss drunk,
She stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London,
None of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out

Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
Any time she sing a song,
The other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
A fickle way to tickle
On my young mans ting
She's up for doing what she like
Any day more like the night
She drowned drunk the sorrows
That she bought borrowed
She didn't like fights,
But at the same time undersood that
Fellas will be fellas till the end of time

Jack had a gang
That he called "The Many Grams",
He was known as smack Jack the Cracker Man
In life he was dealt some shit hands
But the boys got the back now
And Jay went the same was
As Mickey and Dan
Dependent mans upon the heroin
And man Lisa had a baby with Sam,
And now Jack on his own man,
Well done Jack, glug down that cider,
Your right shes a slut
And you never fucking liked her
Not like what he stopped so shocked
Cos it turns out the last dance
Killed the pied piper
Tough little big man friends
With your daughters
Only cos they drive him
To pick up all his quarters
Crawler, larger lout brawlers
Fall to the floor think they're free
But they aint near the border
Too young gunned down are by your hell fire corner
Always did a favour,
But never took a order,
Behave young scally wag,
A fine young galahad
Glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags,
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag
Slag better understand
He came for the glamour
But this town's original
Superficial the issue
For one dear Jack,
35 doppelgangers

Chorus

So this a short story bout the girl Georgina
Never seen a worse, clean young mess
Under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya,
With love, god bless, we lay her body to rest,
Now it all dear started with daddys alcoholic
Light weights chinking down, numbing his brain,
And the doctor said
He couldn't get the heart dear started
Now beat up, drugged up
She feeling the strain
She says in a rut
What the fuck Im spose to do
Suck it up start stop keep running through,
True but you try aint easy to do,
She been buckle belt beaten
From the back like a brat,
Dunno where she goin
But she know where she at,
So Georgy its time to chain react,
But the truth is you know
She probably fought back,
Tears stream down her face,
She screamed away,
When I fall, no one catch me
Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly
Get scared, I'll scream and shout
But you know it won't matter
She'll be passing out
I say giggidibidup just another day
Another sad story, thats tragedy,
Paramedic announced death at 10.30
Rip it up kick it to sput up the views

Chorus x2
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:33 am

Pacemaker (image)

Juveniles hide your porno mags the girls got problems at her yard
So she's packing up her bags full of rags her man got done from Pa Na Na
While the Madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty deck of fags
Body bags come back off planes from war torn Iraq
It's the stark naked truth a dark aftermath
With baby T, the juice, and the dog just barks
Remember how the bully always had the last laugh

It was a blast last night down the old 12 Bar
White socks black shoes with the ballads in the car
And a lump in your throat she won't understand
Two's on a cigarette and a talk blah blah
Bloody hell die o blah da glug down liquor
While life goes on for all the day-trippers it starts off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be better

Well she's always asking with the who, where and how
The girls say ooh la la
Well if I had another chance I'd do it differently now
And the girls say ooh la la la la la la

From Trafalgar Square where the crack pipe reeking
To in your dark damp flat the ceiling's leaking
You fell in love when you first started chatting
But got so bored cos she never stopped speaking
Consider this son one of the bad behaviour
He's keeping all the freebies delivering the papers
Ya haters shake down fakers ah you'll never get nowhere cos we're the Pacemakers

Pretty please me ah she's easy on the eye
Some say that today only the good young die
Yippy yo kay ay it's been a right good day
I wanna ask questions but I don't mean to pry
How did you get to where you're going to before you came
Slowly moseying
Through this bar you started your race
Johnny cock-a-roo wants his money
Better give to the man he's a fruit and nut bar

Gotta see the GP coughing up lungs
And the doc said stop or you're gonna die young
Well I haven't even started to do what I'd done
You young don't listen you just carry on
Well we heard it all before when you song got sung
Get a grip son why cos you always drunken
We're not captain's just skivvy sunken
Hum drum drum live fast die young

Blister skin stumbling the road rocky and trespassers on the private property
Remember back then it was the rant the banter
While young songs watch their young pars get cancer
While vagabond sandy crying out for a nista
Missed her so much that he went drank the brewery
Well sing-a-long Sam this is a song about you
We all went out and we got pistola

I don't wanna fight he's a right big cunt
But the fellas say go on my son my son
Well it's all a bit of fun til someone gets done
But the fellas say go on my son my son
I'm more likely to pick up and run
But the fellas say go on my son my son
Ah fuck, well he's a right big cunt
I'll knock him one fuck that run run.
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:33 am

Dry Off Your Cheeks (image)

Chorus.
My old heart it's been 13 hours too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower
Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook myself a brew

Verse.
Love it oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up to much to call home sometimes
Well I dance the two step look at you swing
Not sure what I mean don't know what I sing
I just dance on the harpsichord string
Move it down when your coming up
Lose it down when your tip toe dancing
Enhancing all the pressure prancing
All around this place every night and
Day when we were in the rat race
Shouting back to the oldest people
Chat at the tenor in the cold top steeples
Like no screaming
My dear they will dry off ya cheeks
And never been down the factor to much of
That can bring you right down to tragedy more oh me
Losing myself in this race
You see me see me see me see me seeing me
See me see me me me
What's in my liberty
In a hectic test a no one protestin you when imp so damn scared
Live for the life and the love I need an the lead in the life cos I never
Play fare

Chorus

Verse
I got my own way home I got my own keys
So why you looking at me like your a lady
I got my own kinda groovy
Smoking too much and drinkin
You bring yourself down in pain
Bdbbyebdbdyebdbyebdye
For the love of the living and the live cut free
She all on the floor while I drink whiskey
And look to the corner think about me all about me
Never go self cos your walk with a pelvis white boy Elvis dance around
This floor much quicker than you
Look at this look at the boys dancin think there impressin but they ain't
Do shit I'm on groove from the grooving loosing as I use ya as
I go moving crying the tears not for myself and not for you honey have no
Fear
And now I break to the floor when the old piano comes crashing
Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm gonna do but I aint here for more
Take my last match with desperate passions and a few up facts

Chorus x2

Verse
Love it oh sometimes at least I fall
Put it up to much to call home
Sometimes.
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:33 am

Ike & Tina (image)

If you smile girl I'll dance these tiles
I'll give you everything that I got
Saves on a sovereign and ah what fuck it you can have the whole lot
I'm only like joking, I'm much better off win a gamble slot jackpot
And dance with the devil on Friday
Max says beans are like the touch of god
Why not, I haven't got grief til Monday

Some say kids don't study they cram
God damn hate that I am what I am
With slurs and urs and a half done gram
I jig to the floor with my mama's raybans
Looking like something out of Only Fools and
Maybe I am but you ain't understanding
This ain't a crash no smooth up landing
Kids sing along swing bedroom hanging

We're stunned and stuff alleyway writing
Double timing and all your violating
Oh policeman coming fair enough

Sonny run the whole the half mile
Runny runny run the half mile
Run run sonny run sonny run the whole half mile

Now I'm down, well I'll chill with lick I spit drips on the floor
Drink up liquor much quicker than the next man bitter
Cos she rolls with lager and never ask question
Where's my old friend licky when I'm feeling the substance
I'm like gurning it off a my face
Need a hug need corruption and need the silent violent seduction
Move it down for people I used to know when I used to see
Wanna kick it on a solo ticker drink me like liquor drop and mc and that
She don't know what she's chatting about
They love it when they live it and liver lover give rip it unwritten
There she start kissing I'm loving loving loving she's always hugging
I'm just loving loving

So if you're gonna run run sonny better
Run run sonny run the half of the mile
When police come run run sonny run run
Sonny run the half of the mile

All the kids do is buy you grief
All parents get is no fucking sleep
Even rip home when I'm chilling on
Drink it down doing I ta bit better off and on
Songs of the rights and wrongs
Sometimes come around with a battle roll gong
Other times you be ruining rhymes and ruining
Vision and ruin incision and ruining spitting liquor on me
Got me feeling up ya leaving up me breathing on the floor
As I be giving you grieving
I'm finished with the cunts
Over and out, cuz ready up roll

Here's to born of enough panic, panic button and
Stack tone static and all of you can listen to this tune
While you waiting in STD clinic waiting rooms
As you ever your mother said you late bloom
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:33 am

If You Got The Money (image)

If you got the money,
I think it would be funny
To take your girl, and spend a bit of your cash for me
(I've been watching you)
Cos then she might be happy, and no longer lonely
And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free

An' all the boys they go, da-dee-doo-da-da-dee-da-doo-dah...

I spend late nights trying to pick up love
Off the floor, where the other brothers leave it be
Though it's stuck down hard it's like chewing gum
While a girl on the floor singing R.I.P.
Cos the songbirds don't do singing on pavements
No sweet melody the sound of spit and we Spat, Orbit, spoke of lost hopes
So toot what took man choke on it
We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high, thinking of the girl lost second
Check the odds, was it worth the cost?
Do you give a toss?
Or are you, looking away?
Wondering why you can't eat?
Why you never sleep?
Drunk all the time?
Cold in the heat?
What you sow man is what you reap
If you've got the money, I think it would be funny
To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me
(I've been watching you)
Cos then she might be happy, no longer lonely
And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free
(I've been watching you)

You were always meant to walk out that job
You keep stopping, should tell your girl more often
That loving is all about doors unlocking
Now you're certain enough near a man free
With a Buddy Holly hiccup on a karaoke
Tweedle on the needle, man you're just for thread
My great granddaddy fought in Gallipoli
He's the only of his friends not shot down dead
Lovers all talk in the spits and tongues
Fight in the playgound, bully each other
Double dare kids up pollute their lungs
Threaten with the rep of their big boy brother
Some of the other stay, give it up and run away
Momma still wants you home for supper
Work all day, little to no pay
Dance up-town right down to the gutter

With the dee-dom dom-dee
Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee

Move outta' the way man, dom-dee
Da-da-dee-dom-dom-dee
(I've been watching you)

Ah, she wants money, money, money, money, money

If you've got the money,
I think it would be funny
To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me
(I've been watching you)
Coz then she might be happy, no longer lonely


And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free
Said, ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-money oh
Said, ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-money oh

(I've been watching you)

If you've got the money,
I think it should be funny
To take your girl and spend a bit of your cash for me
Cos then she might be happy, no longer lonely
And I could take her out the next day for pretty much free.
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 1:34 am

Alicia Quays (image)

Mother talks to u like nothing is better than you going out on a Tuesday
Well I'm not sure what to do but man I swear man I slay from far away
Why is it that always on the weekend no one's ever around to shout
Oh people working to hard or drinking to hard the mattor of the fact I'm
Never quite sure
And they blaze it down to pull themselves up pull yourself rite the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me cos I'm all on my own no pity spit
Like guilty men in the sermon-grooving round this place like you never did
Learn them I shake myself down I rattle myself out and put myself on the line
To dry
And why is it new years eve is always shit don't you know what I mean man
Deal with it
Its always the way its rolling and your girls like fucked off a
Smirnoff ice I think once twice or thrice never made no difference to me I'm
A skinny little white runt with the head lice never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city but I've always been around this town
Since the first day I was born and I've been losing frequency and losing
Sound and losing everything and I squander it all and I been up I been
Around been in the dancehall since the first day in town and I still been
Beating cheating falling to the floor when the kids are kicking
I've been bleeding I've been losing well are you man born for the choosing
And if you ain't better you better listen to the test as I start to impress
Ya
And if you ain't losing then you ain't grooving
I'll still be down here on a low-key send you girl over and she'll blatantly
Chat to me
I been over I been over you've been down you've been down
And now I've been all man moving all around the town all around and around
I've been moving been grooving been all around choosing
Now I'm back for the challenge who wants a challenge well I want it more

Now I'm on my train life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey wakey it's morning time on the northern line
I'll all like bowling straight up to Camden all the way from your Farringdon
Wanna make sure I'm a little
Tired I no realise that in sighting a riot can be one stones throw and to
Much dough
That's why all the young men sniff too much blow
I be thinking oh why never I sever it up before I think about forever ands
I chat it back to the people
I used to know kick it back and rolling in solo
And why not what's to the beef no one really knows me so no one is a chief
Chat it back like you never been a thief I'm a thriller licence to ill double 7
Upper killer never no me
It's all the chat back to much of that never rack kick it back like a bitch
Slap rite to my face in the mirror I kick it back thinner maybe my shirt
Don't fit no more a hardcore man think he can fight up the law a shackle to
The tenance and now it never work no more on a flow dedication to wario
And now its me back to the further then it comes back looser than ever some
Kids they think they get better they think their trendsetters but there
Never pace makers

What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes
What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes
What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes
I say it so much what am I what am I what am I what am I
Makes no sense no more

It's like a march in here from the left to the right hey stomp there feet x4

Some kids they're chilling on corners out of order think them all better tie
Your laces rat races hit the
Pages write your own books and write your own spell checker I'm a better man
Chillin in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate I drink down much quicker a glug glug
On my liquor till I feel much better so talk to me about violence never no
Me I'll sit further in silence
When I drink it down I drink it up it feels my body and I feel fresher
Tick up the tester regulator he's a two man shooting looting now I'm presumin
Everyone be knowing dedication my name to JT
Roll it down roll it down who wants to hoit themselves who's got the uppers
Get them in then I'm done
Click ya fingers can u smell that it lingers she a fat bitch but I still
Give her one
I'm a cheeky son where you from man were from the old London.
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Postby Mr_Gosh » Wed Mar 14, 2007 7:55 pm

Well that was surprisingly time consuming. Just adding this to bump it, let people know that I'm done. Also some proof reading would be nice. I did my best but no promises.
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Postby JamieNaz » Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:41 pm

Well done mate, good stuff.

I've not read through them all, just wanted to note that you've kept the spelling errors that were present in the booklet, and you have!

Stickied.
Jamie T's Demos and other things.

I need a hug and I need corruption.
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Postby hermatestella » Sun Apr 29, 2007 6:08 pm

Anyone got any info on song meanings?
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