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"foot prints in the snow
fade, they disappear. like memories that were never there and the shoes that put them there, never give a fuck about my lawn" -wasan forsyth 2004 |
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We're a band. we are not nu-metal, heavy metal, rap, rap metal or anything like that, so if you
don't like any of that and you're having a party or something of the kind and you need a band; send us an E-mail. In fact
even if you do like that sort of music, send us an E-mail anyway. In fact even if you don't really like music at all, send
us an E-mail. In fact even if you really don't like live bands because you always get a terrible headache, send us an E-mail.
In fact, even if you are stuck in hospital paralysed by an infected mosquito bite on the verge of death... you guessed it.
Send us an email. You know why? Because we rock.www.sliantbun@gmail.com
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