Esquerdopata.
Rush
King Crimson (double trio lineup)
Emerson Lake and Palmer
Peter Gabriel
Björk
Clarence Carter
Dick Dale
Rolling Stones
Bonnie Rait
Prince
Kate Nash
Indigo Girls
Dolly Parton
Heart
Frankie Valli
Rush
King Crimson (double trio lineup)
Emerson Lake and Palmer
Peter Gabriel
Björk
“.. we thought we were making a satire,” said Lumet. “But the extraordinary and frightening thing is how quickly it stopped being satire .. When the truth becomes entertainment, when rage becomes a commodity, the culture begins to eat itself.”
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“.. we thought we were making a satire,” said Lumet. “But the extraordinary and frightening thing is how quickly it stopped being satire .. When the truth becomes entertainment, when rage becomes a commodity, the culture begins to eat itself.”
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‘Jeans’ comes from the city of Genoa (earlier known as Genes) because the pants were worn by the Genoese navy.
'JNCO' means “Judge None Choose One."
‘Jeans’ comes from the city of Genoa (earlier known as Genes) because the pants were worn by the Genoese navy.
'JNCO' means “Judge None Choose One."
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You Can't Judge a Book by the Cover | Bo Diddley
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You Can't Judge a Book by the Cover | Bo Diddley
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1961 "the nights of the pots" were held during Algerian War of Independence. Thunderous sounds of noise in cities of the territory made with pots, whistles, horns & cries of "French Algeria".
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Now THIS is how you news dump.
TL;DR: Let the sky rain potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of ‘Greensleeves’
TL;DR: Let the sky rain potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of ‘Greensleeves’
I went down Virginia, seekin’ shelter from the storm
Caught up in the fable
I watched the tower grow
Five Year Plans and New Deals, wrapped in golden chains
And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain?
I went down Virginia, seekin’ shelter from the storm
Caught up in the fable
I watched the tower grow
Five Year Plans and New Deals, wrapped in golden chains
And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain?
Chant: “Tax the rich tax, the motherf*cking rich.”