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• Artiste: Caustic Soda
• Titre: Owls Of Laughter
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Two little shining people. Huddled close in their Carlton cave. Magazines fall on the floor and university calls but they couldn't care either way. And they smile when they say, "Do you feel like drinking? Do you feel like going out?" But they do that for a living. The sun may greet the world but it seems them off to sleep. After standing straight for several hours, serving brainless wonders - not dwelling on necessity. Take comfort in each other. That's all you really need. And their days are filled with dreamless sleep. But they've got everything to look forward to. They might've thumbed their nose at so-called good judgement, at not doing what they're supposed to. What are they supposed to do? They don't dwell on anything. And everyone who meets them falls in love with them instantly. Yeah, I know it happens. Someone should warn him. You might've kissed her lips. You might know her name. You might know where she live but you'll wonder about the next time and if you're ever going to see her again.