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| When the moon drops into the lake, you will find us underwater following a melody through a weasel unto the lizard queen. |
Showing posts with label Bonnaroo 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bonnaroo 2011. Show all posts
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Bonnaroo 2011 - Widespread Panic
Bonnaroo 2011 - The Strokes
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| Animals on T.V. keep singing until the feather and cotton fields cover us in the darkness of our leather jackets. |
Friday, June 17, 2011
Bonnaroo 2011 - Robert Plant
| We meet at the hotel when the doll looks confused and the daze keep rushing by like the mushroom cloud of the stink bug. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Gregg Allman
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| I'll leave a candle out at midnight so can you find your way to and from the severed head-shaped tree. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Daniel Lanois's Black Dub
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| Slash your guitar's tires for a shady dip by a wolfish moon. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Smith Westerns
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| Someone thought you were a girl and the moon ... the moon: it crystallized like dirt. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - STS9
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| My footsteps, your fingernails ... or what about that old rocker where ghosts used to sit. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - String Cheese Incident
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| Mysterious were the ways the crowd spun a golden tale through a golden hair. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Gogol Bordello
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| Neon polyester is only clean as a whistle when the midnight train flexes its iron pecs. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Dr. John
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| Once the mules left the cabinet, I decided to put my alligator arms back on to confront the right place at the wrong time. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Buffalo Springfield
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| Liberation sprung the helm of the world into a jack-in-the-box crackerjack prize down by the river. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - The Black Keys
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| Tighten up the security because this fellow's squirrely finger is soloing till it hurts me. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Bootsy Collins & The Funk University
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| Leaf bathing suits blow off wherever the alien spaceships hover silently. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Loretta Lynn
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| Hanging my wings on your horns turns my halo to thorns whenever our shadows cast past this sacred bed sheet. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Devotchka
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| Lie to me because the rouge is too much paint and all the clowns are jokers in disguise. |
Bonnaroo 2011 - Black Uhuru
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| Sleepy sorrow sings as the rains tear apart another rainbow from our day's irises. |
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