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Jan. 10th, 2005 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sebastiennebecause of my eternal and unending love for everybody who has ever uploaded music onto their journal, here are a few pressies for everyone. if you find any of the links are broken, comment & i'll upload again.
from the Jerry Springer Opera:
(disclaimer: 'what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fucking fucking fuck?')
Chick with a Dick
(at only 23 seconds, this should be fine even for people with dial-up.)
Talk to the Hand
'when you're dead and buried in the grass / i'll dig you up and fuck you in the ass!'
Poledancer
I Just Wanna Dance
The Stranglers :: - :: No More Heroes
there are not enough people in the world who know this song. it should be worshipped like the god it is.
Ashlee Simpson :: - :: LaLa
irredeemably poptastic, i have no real excuse for uploading this; but i just love it. 'i'll be your french maid / yeah i'll meet you at the door.' three-and-a-half minutes of pure, unadulterated teenage sex-pop.
Natasha Bedingfield :: - :: These Words
'read some byron, shelley and keats / recited it over a hip-hop beat / i'm having trouble saying what i mean / with dead poets and drum machines.' funny that, tasha, when you say "hyper-bowl" for hyperbole. you couldn't make it up.
from the Jerry Springer Opera:
(disclaimer: 'what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fucking fucking fuck?')
Chick with a Dick
(at only 23 seconds, this should be fine even for people with dial-up.)
Talk to the Hand
'when you're dead and buried in the grass / i'll dig you up and fuck you in the ass!'
Poledancer
I Just Wanna Dance
The Stranglers :: - :: No More Heroes
there are not enough people in the world who know this song. it should be worshipped like the god it is.
Ashlee Simpson :: - :: LaLa
irredeemably poptastic, i have no real excuse for uploading this; but i just love it. 'i'll be your french maid / yeah i'll meet you at the door.' three-and-a-half minutes of pure, unadulterated teenage sex-pop.
Natasha Bedingfield :: - :: These Words
'read some byron, shelley and keats / recited it over a hip-hop beat / i'm having trouble saying what i mean / with dead poets and drum machines.' funny that, tasha, when you say "hyper-bowl" for hyperbole. you couldn't make it up.
