The HappiesDogs in the Park
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Monday, March 22, 2021 8:55:32 PM
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Binky's Reviews
Sounds Like....
Psyche Folk
Alizarine FM
Whisperin Pines
IMP Playlist
Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 7
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Song Comments

Binky's Reviews
Oohh look. Simon and Garfunkle wrote a new tune about my enemies. Hiss!


Sounds Like....
Simon and Garfunkle


Psyche Folk
Beautiful psych folk from The Happies..Fragile,spacious and melancholic..Check out the video they did for this too-which is ace..


Whisperin Pines
simon and garfunkel vibe, musicality, lyrics...


Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 7
This exists that isits after having been said we know. And dabal take dab- nal! And the dal dabal dab aldanabal! So perhaps, agglaggagglo- meratively asaspenking, after all and arklast fore arklyst on his last public misappearance, circling the square, for the deathfête of Saint Ignaceous Poisonivy, of the Fickle Crowd (hopon the sexth day of Hogsober, killim our king, layum low!) and brandish- ing his bellbearing stylo, the shining keyman of the wilds of change, if what is sauce for the zassy is souse for the zazimas, the blond cop who thought it was ink was out of his depth but bright in the main. Petty constable Sistersen of the Kruis-Kroon-Kraal it was, the parochial watch, big the dog the dig the bog the bagger the dugger the begadag degabug, who had been detailed from pollute stoties to save him, this the quemquem, that the quum, from the ligatureliablous effects of foul clay in little clots and mobmauling on looks, that wrongcountered the tenderfoot an eveling near the livingsmeansuniumgetherum, Knockmaree, Comty Mea, reel- ing more to the right than he lurched to the left, on his way from a protoprostitute (he would always have a (stp!) little pigeoness somewhure with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smockname of Mergyt) just as he was butting in rand the coyner of bad times under a hideful between the rival doors of warm bethels of worship through his boardelhouse fongster, greeting for grazious oras as usual: Where ladies have they that a dog meansort herring?


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