As ‘n band my eers het, dan moet ek alles van hulle luister. En huidiglik is dit The Decemberists. Try dit. Like dit.
Soos die:
‘They used to be just like me and you
They used to be sweet little boys
But something went horribly askew
Now killing is their only source of joy
The Shankill butchers on the rise
They’re waiting till the dead of night
They’re picking at their fingers with their knives
And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs
Dan’s daar ook ‘n paar meer morbiede tunes. En happier vibes…
But never leave home without a sense of humour


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