We were a seed. But now we have branches. We were a little seed. That had fell outside the fences. Our mother was a seasick bird. That had no mouth to sing. Our father was a bastard weed. That got stuck between her wings.
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My Interests
Music:
Member Since: 30/04/2006
Band Website: www.purevolume.com/mandelenda
Influences:
Sounds Like: Mandelenda Band Practice
Record Label: Ridiculously Slow Productions
Type of Label: Indie
