Cervical Halter Traction

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George Tiller, abortion doctor among the most heinous of America, suffered the just condemnation of execution while handing out leaflets Protestant heretic in the temple of which he was an active member. Unfortunately, the police service was a murderess whose head is the flag of abortion - Obama Hussein - arrested the right performer is likely to be killed for his act of justice. Gloria eterna a lui. Una preghiera per il medico assassino, nella speranza che si possa essere convertito all'ultimo istante.

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The Divine Comedy - Live At The London Palladium

Some say that Neil Hannon - the factotum of The Divine Comedy - born in 'Ulster (at the locus amoenus of Londonderry, nothing less!) 40 years ago, is a sort of pop reincarnation of Oscar Wilde . Certainly the combination of the brilliant musical aesthetics (Burt Bacarach like rain, but also the spirit of Scott Walker floats) that shapes the score and the background of mild and bitter irony about retro beats of sentimentality that sculpts the text Our of Mutual Friend (album Absent Friends, 2004) makes it one of the peaks pop of the decade is about to close, and, who knows, maybe it would not be disappointed by the legendary prince of dandies. But in this version live contained in the DVD Live At The London Palladium, trsfigura it is absurd in a masterpiece that transcends the boundaries of madness in a flowing orchestral pop sound baroque miraculously offset by the aforementioned mixture of bitter irony and sentimentality ; steal a great definition of this magnum opus: Dickens (in his humorous vein, of course) who meets Scott Walker that meets Francois Truffaut ...

 
                   

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No matter how I try I just can't get her out of my mind

An d w hen I sleep I visu alise her.

I saw her in the pub. I met her later at the night-club.

A mutual friend introduced us.

We talked about the noise

And how it's hard to hear your own voice

Above the beat and the sub-bass*.

We talked and talked for hours, we talked in the back of our friend's car

As we all went back to his place.

On our friend's settee She told me that she really liked me

And I said "cool, the feeling's mutual”.

We played old 45's. I said "it's like the soundtrack to our lives”

And she said "true, it's not unusual”.

Then privately we danced

But couldn't seem to keep our balance,

A drunken haze had come upon us.

We sank down to the floor and we sang

A song that I can't sing any more,

And then we kissed and fell unconscious.

I woke up the next day all alone but for a headache.

I stumbled out to find the bathroom.

But all I found was her wrapped around another lover.

No longer then is he our mutual friend.

* The same inability to communicate in the midst of the most ignoble clubbers mayhem can be a time to your advantage and become a topic of conversation: a genius ...