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PINK MOUNTAINTOPS- s/t
You started out as pen pals, and then when the ink ran out you went by for a visit. While making love, a song magically came to you with a tantric
chorus of psychedelic guitars from a bearded prophet who sang a sweet sutra of carnal desire. Before reducing yourself of your wanton flesh, you promised each other the clarity to write his words down before surrendering to the bliss of post-coital sleep. As your bodies lay mingled on the wet sheets
the prophet continued his serenadin' from aloft his Pink Mountaintop "Sweet Sweet 69". This is a conceptually dirty record for dirty conceptual
times - wrap your legs around it.
CD 12.98 Sale |
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