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Titres (20)
Titre Album Durée Écoutes
The Tropics of Cancer, Capricorn and a Smashed Face 17
With Horses in Her Eyes, She Spat Like a Wildcat 12
Das Plague (French for Germans) 11
Hunger Like Numb Toes on an Oslo Sidewalk 10
The Graduate Walks With a Distant Gait 6
this charade has lasted well past the curtain's fall 6
The Truth Of The Matter Is I Am Satan And On The Guitars We Have The Devils. This Is…
5
This Charade Has Lasted Well Past the Curtains Fall
5
We've Built Our Tombs. Now We're Sleeping in Them
2:17 5
Ten Steps To Avoiding The Clap: I Wouldn't Piss On A Scorpion If It Was On Fire
2:27 5
I May Have Shed A Tear For Him, But He's No Depardieu
0:49 5
We Only Fuck To Black Sabbath Vol. 4
1:48 4
The Graduate Walks With A Distance Gait
2:23 4
Love Always, Your Dearest Klaus Kinski
2
Domicile Conjugal (Up And Down, In And Out)
2:03 2
Drowning, in a Sea of Pressed Shirts & Conscientious Suntans
2
In Bed For Months With Sat. Night Fever
1:50 2
Upon Recovering, From My Last Bout Of Governmentality
2:57 2
We've Built Our Tombs, Now We're Sleeping In Them
2:08 2
Hunger Like Numb Toes on an Olso Sidewalk
1:09 1