And MXR's big gay band has no big gay origonal songs. So, if could please, direct me on some big gay covers to do


We have a chance to open for a band with a CD

dim the lights, chill the ham

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Originally posted by JoyDivision:
And MXR's big gay band has no big gay origonal songs. So, if could please, direct me on some big gay covers to do


We have a chance to open for a band with a CD

dim the lights, chill the ham

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I had sex with all the Spice Girls.

This is as good as it gets?

http://musictoyz.infopop.cc/eve/forums?a=tpc&s=6476029571&f=4666050191&m=4056099163&r=4056099163#4056099163

I make rhymes.

This is as good as it gets?

Your frontman should change his name to big gay al and throw condoms out at thee audience!

I'm The Original Heavily Littered Pedalboard Man..

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Originally posted by JoyDivision:
And MXR's big gay band has no big gay origonal songs. So, if could please, direct me on some big gay covers to do

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Nachst . . . If you're capable

Evil penguin is already on the setlist


Nachst will require many days of meditation and cleansing to preform correctly

dim the lights, chill the ham

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Nachst will require many days of medication and clenching to preform correctly

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Transmaniacon MC

With satan's hog no pig at all,
and the weather getting dry,
We'll head south from Altamont
in a cold-blooded travel trance.

So clear the road my bully boys
and let some thunder pass.
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives,
We're transmaniacon MC.

Behind the pantry, behind the tree,
the ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resounds forever,
whose name resounds on terror.

And I'm no fool to call that hog,
cause man I remember
Those who did resign their souls
To transmaniacon MC.

And surely we did offer up,
behind that stage at dawn,
Beers and barracuda,
reds and monocaine.

Pure nectar of antipathy,
behind that stage at dawn,
To those who would resign their souls
To transmaniacon MC.

Cry the cable, cry the word,
unknown terror's here.
And won't you try this tasty snack,
behind the scenes, or but the back.

Which was the stage at Altamont,
my humble boys of listless power:
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives,
We're transmaniacon MC.

Blue Oyster Cult, 1972

SquidBoy, you're my little man

Wow, what an old thread

one of the guys in that band died in a car accident