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It all becomes retro a bit like the sixties in a Parisian fashion show and it's all for one and I for one would like to go retro. Bakelite was alright and crystal sets for the news, but now it's crystal meths for the mad nights and I have the blues. but can't sing. But bring me a railroad and I'll lay down a track, give me some retro I want to go back. I could wind back the clock for some 80's glam rock and I could wind back in time to the Maginot line or I could wind it some more to the hundred years war, to the ships and the pilgrims who went to find fame in that country of which I can never remember the name, to Grimm and his tales, to Glendower of Wales and if retro's the way to go then that's where I want to be **** the modernity of the 21st century, all systems go back to retro.
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Threading through the needles
It all becomes retro a bit like the sixties in a Parisian fashion show and it's all for one and I for one would like to go retro. Bakelite was alright and crystal sets for the news, but now it's crystal meths for the mad nights and I have the blues. but can't sing. But bring me a railroad and I'll lay down a track, give me some retro I want to go back. I could wind back the clock for some 80's glam rock and I could wind back in time to the Maginot line or I could wind it some more to the hundred years war, to the ships and the pilgrims who went to find fame in that country of which I can never remember the name, to Grimm and his tales, to Glendower of Wales and if retro's the way to go then that's where I want to be **** the modernity of the 21st century, all systems go back to retro.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
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