Made by my head
Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.





Wednesday, September 14, 2005

 

Music. Band. Rollerskate Skinny.

I lost my wallet (I'm doing my 'I lost my wallet' dance to a 'who shot that pigeon' song by Coldplay).

A name I call my name. Grey. Don't steal my car. That's what I said after they stole my car. My name is Grey. They didn't hear that. Please bring back my car.

Band: Rollerskate Skinny.
Album: Horsedrawn Wishes.

They made other bands look like a wedding ring thrown at an antelope rather than at the man she was engaged to because her glasses are in someone else's honey pot, and that's why she threw away her engagement ring. Horsedrawn Wishes makes other albums sound like an antelope eating an engagement ring.

More info:
http://www.irishmusiccentral.com/rollerskateskinny/



He shoots, he scores, he glues himself to a lilac tree. Let's kick him.

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