I have not listened to Blind Melon in quite some time, actually! All the songs I once had have gone.
You. Just be you.
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I remember when I first listened to a bit of Blind Melon. Back in the day. Good times. Good times.
I was thinking about your mushroom today. Well, yesterday.
No-o, my friend Blind Melon!
Yeah. Well, I should have said slave.
I am in the process of learning a new song. As we speak!
My lungs are blacker than a cotton worker.
I don't like football either, I prefer to dress up as a Roman senator in my spare time.
