Muzica mea e poet. Alfabetic vorbind.

Acu, ca stau sa ma culc, ascultam niste muzica. Si citind niste titluri de albume in gand, mi-am dat seama ca suna fix ca poezia bastard-haiku pe care tot o aud prin jur sub numele de "modern"

Am adaugat niste prepozitii si-am ignorat 3 compilatii.

Asadar:

"27"

de My Album Library

She's my Ex
New girl old story
Trailblazer
before The Blackout
now Last Stop Suburbia...
Fading Days.

The Possibility and the Promise.
American Hi-Fi,
Hearts on Parade
for The Art of Losing.

Madonna,
Source Tags and Codes
that We Don't Need to Whisper
to Dream to Make Believe
What to do when You are Dead
Meltdown.

Relationship of Command
but This Station is Non-Operational
Lady Melody
on Space Camp
Make a Sound
Avoid One Thing
Let Go
Under my Skin.

Acrophobe
an Invitation to Tragedy
a Reclamation
to Stay Asleep
to Unmerry Melodies


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