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Robert Pollard

Flings of the Waistcoat Crowd

  indie  lo-fi  indie rock  singer-songwriter  indie pop
620 3 часа назад

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Great days are becomingA matchlight liquor establishmentWhere the factory soaks its scabsIt hangs there like insectrocutionerOver the big riverScum of us rinsed by a hard rainThe tar, the teeth & the gearYet no trailAll around the campAnd that is our gameTo brag and complainTo guess who goes nextTo tally the scarsLearn every weakness

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