I can make it good, I can make it hood, I can make you come, I can make you go! I can make it high, I can make it fly, make you touch the sky, hey maybe so!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I missed the bus.
FILE UNDER: Oh Word?
Modern guilt.
So, Beck played a secret show at the Echo (or Echoplex) last night, and I try my best not to pout and/or bitch and moan about it, seeing as how I'm a grown ass man and all.
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