we come from the land of the ice and snow,
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
zep
from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
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it's hot in here and cold as hell outside. finally, the artic blast brings father winter with it. and there's nothing more pathetic than a major city that normally wears wimpy winter gear...trying to get through it.
buffalo, ny. now that's winter.
it's 10:43pm. my eardrums are bouncing seriously sexy robert plant vocals.
hey hey mama said the way you move...
i should be in bed, sleeping...and yet.