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Tonight, Cafe du Nord, yes!!! The Equal In My Tea. Man, I'm so lucky to live just steps away from great music, great shows. Aaaah.
More later. I want to tell you about dancing. But it's time for bed.
posted by 
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In each eye there is an apple/ Buried there before the eye/ And out of sockets come the branches/ And from the branches dangle I ❦ Will Oldham, “God’s Small Song”
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2 Comments:
Great music... I wonder how telling his wife "She's the air in his flat tire" went over?
9:17 AM
Interesting... you are always turning me on to sommatt I've never heard before, not sure what I think of this one right off, a bit of a shock I suppose! :)
12:39 PM
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