(benito vaselinino not that one,
Fri 13 Jan 2012, 11:54,
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If that song is the one I think it is
I can't stand it for two reasons: It's the dreariest song I've heard in my life, and it also reminds me of failing pretty hard as a boyfriend one summer...
(Extinct Jesus Dossier"...I think it counteracts Hitler's magic...",
Fri 13 Jan 2012, 11:54,
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I've just heard it far too much. Once or twice, haunting and dreamy,
after saturation airplay on the radio, whiny, droning and derivative. Also, the pathetic hand-clapping over the last chorus makes my fillings itch.
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Fri 13 Jan 2012, 11:58,
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You are wrong.
It's brilliantly schitzophrenic and psychotic - from aww schweet likkle girl to sutry temptress to jilted girlfriend to strong woman and back again in the course of one verse.
And she's really fit. PJ Harvey's minging.
(Je suis un vagabondis an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Fri 13 Jan 2012, 12:33,
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is she fit?
I've never seen her
(Wasp Boxlike a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Fri 13 Jan 2012, 12:39,
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