the smiths

Για τους Σμιθς καλά τα λέει. Οι Άνγκρα τους γαμάνε και αυτούς άνετα, για τον Λομπάρντο δεν το αναφέρω καν.

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Originally Posted by psychotron

Πάω να πιω κανα Jack. Αυτά.

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καλός είσαι.

Megalo sygkrothma oi smiths(profanws).

Alla me ta 1000 stone roses pou xoun kai ligotera kommatia. :twisted:

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Originally Posted by Ubu Roi

ρε, πρεφάρετε τι συμβαίνει εδώ.

και γενικώς πρεφάρετε τι βελινεκούς μπάντα ήσαν.

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Whaddafuq (3 weeks ago)
Listen to how powerful that snare sounds! Fucking incredible!

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Originally Posted by nothingman

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πρόκειται περί ασύλληπτα βαρετού γκρουπ και καλό θα ήταν να το πάρετε χαμπάρι.
:-o

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έλεγα μαλακίες ε :oops:

Φέρ'τη σημαία εδώ!

ντάξ καλά κ άγια όλα αυτά που λέτε,αλλά το sweet and tender hooligan δεν το αναφέρει κανείς μέσα σε 3 σελίδες :!:

1.Big dipper - heavens
2.Dumptruck - for the country
3.Mission of burma - Signals calls and marches
4.Beat happening - jamboree
5.Blake Babies - Sunburn
6. The dbs - Stands for Decibels/Repercussion (kaita 2 mazi)

einai diskoi pou axizei na tsekarete an sas aresoune oi smiths. ola einai isaxia tou the queen is dead vgazontas to hype.

H enallaktikh skhnh twn 80s, early 90s yphrxe spoudaia






ps: ayta kapou h8ela na ta postarw xwris na kanw xehwro thread :pingpong:

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μαζί σου. αλλά βγαίνει ένα popdelos80s.com, οπότε βάλτο από αλλού, κρίμα είναι.

έχω ξαναφάει κι εγώ κόλλημα τελευταία.

διορθώθηκε.

I decree today that life
Is simply taking and not giving
England is mine - it owes me a living

http://cdn.last.fm/coverart/300x300/2027282.jpg
the pain was enough to make a shy bald buddhist reflect and plan a mass murder

[spoiler:asuwux01]no hope, no harm, just another false alarm[/spoiler:asuwux01]

se agapw.

Kai this night has opened my eyes.

there's more to life than books, you know
but not much more.

arrrrrrrrrush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours :hippy:

μερικους απο τους καλυτερους στιχους (αγαπημενους μου anyway) στην ιστορια της μουσικης εχουν οι σμιθς.
mazi με τουλ, carter usm, metallica, dead kennedys, leonad cohen, ξυλινα σπαθια κ μερικα εκατομυρια μπαντες ακομα!

oh, has the world changed or have i changed?

ο Μόρρισσεϊ είναι ο καλύτερος στιχουργός που έχει υπάρξει ποτέ. Και όποιος διαφωνήσει μ' αυτό θα αντιμετωπίσει την οργή μου.

μπρρρρ!

πριτς! πριτς! φρρρρρρτ! πριτς!

κουλτουρα.

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Originally Posted by Dennis Lehane - Gone, Baby, Gone

I stared across the pool table at Bubba as some heathen chose a Smiths song on the jukebox. I hate the Smiths. I’d rather be tied to a chair and forced to listen to a medley of Suzanne Vega and Natalie Merchant songs while performance artists hammered nails through their genitalia in front of me than listen to thirty seconds of Morrissey and the Smiths whine their art-school angst about how they are human and need to be loved. Maybe I’m a cynic, but if you want to be loved, stop whining about it and you just might get laid, which could be a promising first step.

Bubba turned his head back toward the bar and shouted, “What pussy played this shit?”

“Bubba,” I said.

He held up a finger. “One sec.” He turned back toward the bar. “Who played this song. Huh?”

“Bubba,” the bartender said, “now calm down.”

“I just want to know who played this song.”

Gigi Varon, a thirty-year-old alkie who looked a shriveled forty-five, raised her meek hand from the corner of the bar. “I didn’t know, Mr. Rogowski. I’m sorry. I’ll pull the plug.”

“Oh, Gigi!” Bubba gave her a big wave. “Hi! No, never mind.”

“I will, really.”

“No, no, hon.” Bubba shook his head. “Paulie, give Gigi two drinks on me.”

“Thank you, Mr. Rogowski.”

“No problem. Morrissey sucks, though, Gigi. Really. Ask Patrick. Ask anyone.”

“Yeah, Morrissey sucks,” one of the old guys said, and then several other patrons followed suit.

“I put the Amazing Royal Crowns in next,” Gigi said.

I’d turned Bubba on to the Amazing Royal Crowns a few months back, and now they were his favorite band.

Bubba spread his arms wide. “Paulie, make it three drinks.”

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