The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
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10 September 2009 22:59
Friday, 19 March 2010
IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS, THE BE GOOD TANYAS, THE LITTLEST BIRDS SING THE PRETTIEST SONGS, HT MRS ELBY
Elby introduced me to these peaches. "In my time of dying" is a favourite, but it is hard to choose. Very little by them on youtube so I may have to put that right.
Heard some of their morbid stuff the other night, Lilith, and thought it incongruous in young people. Never listen, these days, to IMTOD, not even the Bob Dylan one; a bit too near the mark, for me, along with See That My Grave Is Kept Clean. But I do love that Little Birdies thing; Uncle Sam gets the McGarrigles and John Prine and this lot and we get Lisa bleeding Carthy and wotsername, up here, Eddi fucking Reader. Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the Sun goes down.
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Elby introduced me to these peaches. "In my time of dying" is a favourite, but it is hard to choose. Very little by them on youtube so I may have to put that right.
Heard some of their morbid stuff the other night, Lilith, and thought it incongruous in young people. Never listen, these days, to IMTOD, not even the Bob Dylan one; a bit too near the mark, for me, along with See That My Grave Is Kept Clean. But I do love that Little Birdies thing; Uncle Sam gets the McGarrigles and John Prine and this lot and we get Lisa bleeding Carthy and wotsername, up here, Eddi fucking Reader. Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the Sun goes down.
I made you up one of my favourite tracks over at Stuff. See here :-)
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