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  trash palace
caberet at trash palace, wardour st. london. not sure who this was but he was a wonderful hybrid of the divine david and liza minelli. caberet at trash palace, wardour st. london. not sure who this was but he was a wonderful hybrid of the divine david and liza minelli. caberet at trash palace, wardour st. london. not sure who this was but he was a wonderful hybrid of the divine david and liza minelli.
  trash palace & brian molko - the metric ...
trash palace & brian molko - the metric system (directed by frank perrin) trash palace & brian molko - the metric system (directed by frank perrin) trash palace & brian molko - the metric system (directed by frank perrin)
  trash palace feat brian molko - the metr...
they wanna it in kilos they wanna buy it in grams.. great song trash palace and brian molko from placebo ;) they wanna it in kilos they wanna buy it in grams.. great song trash palace and brian molko from placebo ;) they wanna it in kilos they wanna buy it in grams.. great song trash palace and brian molko from placebo ;)
  swimming at trash palace
trash palace is a place to see movies with other people who really like to see movies. it's like a little festival / carnival. here is a taste of both audience and film at trash palace. more about the movie here: http://www.trashpalace.ca/nov7.html trash palace is a place to see movies with other people who really like to see movies. it's like a little festival / carnival. here is a taste of both audience and film at trash palace. more about the movie here: http://www.trashpalace.ca/nov7.html trash palace is a place to see movies with other people who really like to see movies. it's like a little festival / carnival. here is a taste of both audience and film at trash palace. more about the movie here: http://www.trashpalace.ca/nov7.html
  trash palace - your sweet love live
trash palace - your sweet love with allison shaw trash palace - your sweet love with allison shaw trash palace - your sweet love with allison shaw
  placebo trash palace
le duo quand ils chantent 'je t'aime moi non plus'. le duo quand ils chantent 'je t'aime moi non plus'. le duo quand ils chantent 'je t'aime moi non plus'.
  trash palce & brian molko - metric syste...
buy it in kilos buy it in kilos buy it in kilos
  trash palace & brian molko - can't get y...
trash palace feat. brian molko from placebo trash palace feat. brian molko from placebo trash palace feat. brian molko from placebo
  tp meh to the trash palace
june 3rd, 2007 june 3rd, 2007 june 3rd, 2007
  trash palace & john cale the insult
something else at your request here are the lyrics: nina took my hand and led me through the house, a huge old place that smelled of the oil they used for heating it. there were mirrors two metres tall, with frames that seemed to have spent a century under the sea (i watched the two of us, shadows moving past the glass). we decided not to go to bed, not yet. we crept back to the drawing-room instead and poured ourselves some drinks. she told me what she thought when she first saw me. she said i was like ice, the way my eyes just kind of slid over the top of everything. her included. 'i didn't notice you,' i said, 'i mean, not right away.' 'and then you did?' 'your elbow. it was touching mine.' 'i had to do something.' i heard a siren in the distance. the sudden urgency seemed exaggerated, lonely, even pitiful, in the deep silence that surrounded it. later, as we climbed the stairs, she told me it excited her, knowing that i couldn't see. she said it was better. 'better?' i didn't understand. 'men can be so brutal,' she said. 'looking at your tits or your ankles, telling you what's wrong with them.' 'they wouldn't say that to you,' i said, 'not the way you look.' 'i'm not good-looking, i never was.' 'you must be joking,' i said. and then, 'you are to me.' she laughed softly. it was dark in the bedroom. i watched her lift her blouse over her head. her face was hidden temporarily; her stomach muscles hollowed, stretched. i undressed quickly. my clothes fell to the floor. then she was pushing me gently back on to the bed. i watched her lower her body on to mine, her nipples touching me first - my thighs, my hips, my ribs. i ran my tongue down the centre of her, through the sudden growth of hair, to where the skin delicately parted, to where it started tasting different. i saw the damp trail that i had left behind on her, and thought for a moment of my father. it was a strange time to be thinking of him. 'what is it?' she murmured. 'nothing.' she was looking at me over her breasts, her eyes half-closed. she had a triumphant expression on her face, almost greedy, as if we were playing a game and she was winning. her breathing shortened and accelerated. 'i think i'm turning into a man,' she said. i looked up at her again. 'my clitoris,' she said. 'i get erections.' it wasn't an exaggeration. there was such wetness when she came, the sheet beneath that part of her was soaked. all night i lay beside her while she slept. i watched her turn over, brush her face with the back of her hand. i saw how she gathered the corner of a blanket in one fist, and brought it up below her chin. i listened to her murmur, lick her lips. sometimes i thought i was imagining it all. when i heard the clock downstairs strike five i left the bed. after i'd dressed i wrote the name of my hotel and the number of my room on a piece of paper. i thought for a moment, then, underneath, i wrote, 'ice melts'. outside, it was almost light. i was in the north of the city, out near the woods something else at your request here are the lyrics: nina took my hand and led me through the house, a huge old place that smelled of the oil they used for heating it. there were mirrors two metres tall, with frames that seemed to have spent a century under the sea (i watched the two of us, shadows moving past the glass). we decided not to go to bed, not yet. we crept back to the drawing-room instead and poured ourselves some drinks. she told me what she thought when she first saw me. she said i was like ice, the way my eyes just kind of slid over the top of everything. her included. 'i didn't notice you,' i said, 'i mean, not right away.' 'and then you did?' 'your elbow. it was touching mine.' 'i had to do something.' i heard a siren in the distance. the sudden urgency seemed exaggerated, lonely, even pitiful, in the deep silence that surrounded it. later, as we climbed the stairs, she told me it excited her, knowing that i couldn't see. she said it was better. 'better?' i didn't understand. 'men can be so brutal,' she said. 'looking at your tits or your ankles, telling you what's wrong with them.' 'they wouldn't say that to you,' i said, 'not the way you look.' 'i'm not good-looking, i never was.' 'you must be joking,' i said. and then, 'you are to me.' she laughed softly. it was dark in the bedroom. i watched her lift her blouse over her head. her face was hidden temporarily; her stomach muscles hollowed, stretched. i undressed quickly. my clothes fell to the floor. then she was pushing me gently back on to the bed. i watched her lower her body on to mine, her nipples touching me first - my thighs, my hips, my ribs. i ran my tongue down the centre of her, through the sudden growth of hair, to where the skin delicately parted, to where it started tasting different. i saw the damp trail that i had left behind on her, and thought for a moment of my father. it was a strange time to be thinking of him. 'what is it?' she murmured. 'nothing.' she was looking at me over her breasts, her eyes half-closed. she had a triumphant expression on her face, almost greedy, as if we were playing a game and she was winning. her breathing shortened and accelerated. 'i think i'm turning into a man,' she said. i looked up at her again. 'my clitoris,' she said. 'i get erections.' it wasn't an exaggeration. there was such wetness when she came, the sheet beneath that part of her was soaked. all night i lay beside her while she slept. i watched her turn over, brush her face with the back of her hand. i saw how she gathered the corner of a blanket in one fist, and brought it up below her chin. i listened to her murmur, lick her lips. sometimes i thought i was imagining it all. when i heard the clock downstairs strike five i left the bed. after i'd dressed i wrote the name of my hotel and the number of my room on a piece of paper. i thought for a moment, then, underneath, i wrote, 'ice melts'. outside, it was almost light. i was in the north of the city, out near the woods something else at your request here are the lyrics: nina took my hand and led me through the house, a huge old place that smelled of the oil they used for heating it. there were mirrors two metres tall, with frames that seemed to have spent a century under the sea (i watched the two of us, shadows moving past the glass). we decided not to go to bed, not yet. we crept back to the drawing-room instead and poured ourselves some drinks. she told me what she thought when she first saw me. she said i was like ice, the way my eyes just kind of slid over the top of everything. her included. 'i didn't notice you,' i said, 'i mean, not right away.' 'and then you did?' 'your elbow. it was touching mine.' 'i had to do something.' i heard a siren in the distance. the sudden urgency seemed exaggerated, lonely, even pitiful, in the deep silence that surrounded it. later, as we climbed the stairs, she told me it excited her, knowing that i couldn't see. she said it was better. 'better?' i didn't understand. 'men can be so brutal,' she said. 'looking at your tits or your ankles, telling you what's wrong with them.' 'they wouldn't say that to you,' i said, 'not the way you look.' 'i'm not good-looking, i never was.' 'you must be joking,' i said. and then, 'you are to me.' she laughed softly. it was dark in the bedroom. i watched her lift her blouse over her head. her face was hidden temporarily; her stomach muscles hollowed, stretched. i undressed quickly. my clothes fell to the floor. then she was pushing me gently back on to the bed. i watched her lower her body on to mine, her nipples touching me first - my thighs, my hips, my ribs. i ran my tongue down the centre of her, through the sudden growth of hair, to where the skin delicately parted, to where it started tasting different. i saw the damp trail that i had left behind on her, and thought for a moment of my father. it was a strange time to be thinking of him. 'what is it?' she murmured. 'nothing.' she was looking at me over her breasts, her eyes half-closed. she had a triumphant expression on her face, almost greedy, as if we were playing a game and she was winning. her breathing shortened and accelerated. 'i think i'm turning into a man,' she said. i looked up at her again. 'my clitoris,' she said. 'i get erections.' it wasn't an exaggeration. there was such wetness when she came, the sheet beneath that part of her was soaked. all night i lay beside her while she slept. i watched her turn over, brush her face with the back of her hand. i saw how she gathered the corner of a blanket in one fist, and brought it up below her chin. i listened to her murmur, lick her lips. sometimes i thought i was imagining it all. when i heard the clock downstairs strike five i left the bed. after i'd dressed i wrote the name of my hotel and the number of my room on a piece of paper. i thought for a moment, then, underneath, i wrote, 'ice melts'. outside, it was almost light. i was in the north of the city, out near the woods
  secret life of m trash palace
we play we dance we party we dream. we play we dance we party we dream. we play we dance we party we dream.
  american breakfast at trash palace
sometimes parties develop into directions, no one would have expected in the beginning... in sl this happens quick and extreme,.. thats why we love it. sometimes parties develop into directions, no one would have expected in the beginning... in sl this happens quick and extreme,.. thats why we love it. sometimes parties develop into directions, no one would have expected in the beginning... in sl this happens quick and extreme,.. thats why we love it.
  trash palace (molko & argento) - je t'a...
trash palace (brian molko & asia argento) - je t'aime moi non plus trash palace (brian molko & asia argento) - je t'aime moi non plus trash palace (brian molko & asia argento) - je t'aime moi non plus
  tp meh to the trash palace 2
6/03/07 6/03/07 6/03/07
  more craziness from trash palace
altern8 mcmillan plays a tune... and i try out a new machinima technique to make slow frame rates more interesting to the eye. altern8 mcmillan plays a tune... and i try out a new machinima technique to make slow frame rates more interesting to the eye. altern8 mcmillan plays a tune... and i try out a new machinima technique to make slow frame rates more interesting to the eye.
  trash palace w/brian molko - the metric ...
trash palace performing trash palace performing trash palace performing
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