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Sun Decade - Im Alone (Ronski Speed Mix).mp3

2009-12-09 - extension: mp3 - size: 8 MB

Sun Decade - Im Alone (Ronski Speed Mix).mp3

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Ronski Speed presents Sun Decade Im Alone Mirco de Govia Vocal Mix .mp3

2008-01-17 - extension: mp3 - size: 4 MB

Ronski Speed presents Sun Decade Im Alone Mirco de Govia Vocal Mix .mp3

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blog 27 cute im not cute Speed.mp3

2009-06-29 - extension: mp3 - size: 2 MB

blog 27 cute im not cute Speed.mp3

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TEMPHUiBIS - Pulsariffic current (Original track)
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Elliot Friedman - "Down into the Tracks (450)"
MP3: http://www.elliotfriedman.com/mp3s/elliotfriedman-downintothetracks.mp3 Kinda inspired by the (More) MP3: http://www.elliotfriedman.com/mp3s/elliotfriedman-downintothetracks.mp3 Kinda inspired by the Arctic Monkeys... Not sure though. :) Lyrics: Check my watch, it's 10 to five. I wipe my brow and rest my tools upon the side. I inch my way up to the door. Feel the rush of city lights laid on the floor. Open the door, step out and breath the fumy air. Walk a hundred meters, let them stop and stare. Take the escalators down into the tracks. Watch the ETA and listen for the taps, And my journey has just begun, And my collar can come undone. Doors slide open, they get on and off the side. Girl in dungarees sits next to lonely bride, And two blokes wonder out with cans at either side. 'Mind the doors' as they shut everyone in side. Down the hot and muggy sweaty humid tunnel. Speeding through it like pure water down a funnel. Rest my head onto the glass. Out we come into the open air at last. Not much further until im home. In a minute feet can touch the foam. Get off the tube and down the steps, get past them all. Pace down the path and put my ticket through the stall. Round the corner, turn my head to eye the bus. Husband and wife blocking my view, making a fuss. Lights turn red and so across the road I run. Have I made it, will he wait for me to come? I break a sweat but I just get into the line. Flash my ticket, board the bus and check the time. Just five minutes until im home. What's for dinner? I just dunno. Press the bell, step off the bus, walk up the hill. Pass the shops all shutting up, closing the tills. Down the alley then a right up to my door. Reach for my pocket, drop my keys down on the floor. Pick 'em up and find the one that gets me in. Turn the key until the lock has done its thing. Walk in the house and put my jacket on the hook. And edge towards the fridge to check what's in to cook, And I'm home after a long day, And I'm tired but I feel free, And my journey has just begun. Not much further until I'm done. © Elliot Friedman 2006. (Less)

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