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Confessions of a vinyl addict
love the sound of crackle
I adore the sound of hiss
People thought it was a dying trend
But its a sound I'll never miss
The sound of a new vinyl
Is a sound I love to hear
So pull yourself up real close
And lend me your ear
Now some people like jazz
And others like rock
But the only time I get sad
Is when my records are outta stock
So if you see me playing records
Don't look at ...
Thursday 21st July 2016 5:09 pm
Red Wine
Let us spill our red wine together,
abandon all concerns about stains.
Let us take a long drive together,
and get lost in the woodland lanes...
Our picnic will simply be of cheese & wine,
with a soft blanket to cushion the ground,
and when we spill that red wine on each other,
we'll lick it up & make some giggling sound...
Yes, let us spill our red wine togeth...
Monday 23rd July 2012 7:56 pm
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