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I just love this song so much.... by Dire Straits (for those who don't know that much about music)
A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore And the other travellers came riding down the track And they never went further, no, they never went back Then came the churches then came the schools Then came the lawyers then came the rules Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads And the dirty old track was the telegraph road
Then came the mines - then came the ore Then there was the hard times then there was a war Telegraph sang a song about the world outside Telegraph road got so deep and so wide Like a rolling river. . .
And my radio says tonight its gonna freeze People driving home from the factories There's six lanes of traffic Three lanes moving slow. . .
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down I got a right to go to work but theres no work here to be found Yes and they say were gonna have to pay whats owed Were gonna have to reap from some seed thats been sowed And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles They can always fly away from this rain and this cold You can hear them singing out their telegraph code All the way down the telegraph road
You know Id sooner forget but I remember those nights When life was just a bet on a race between the lights You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care But believe in me baby and Ill take you away From out of this darkness and into the day From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain From the anger that lives on the streets with these names cos Ive run every red light on memory lane Ive seen desperation explode into flames And I don't want to see it again. . .
from all of these signs saying sorry but were closed All the way down the telegraph road
Hola! my name is Jan and I'm from Poland. I'm in barcelona since July till the end of august. I wonder if you could help me. Do you know whare to buy some polaroid 600 films? or any good photographic shop in barcelona with stuff for darkroom? Forward to hear from You Jan
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my name is Jan and I'm from Poland.
I'm in barcelona since July till the end of august.
I wonder if you could help me.
Do you know whare to buy some polaroid 600 films? or any good photographic shop in barcelona with stuff for darkroom?
Forward to hear from You
Jan
Best place I know of photographic stuff in Barcelona is Casa Arpi, at La Rambla (La Rambla, 38-40).
You can have a look at their website, but unfortunatelly it's only in Spanish. [link]
Hope that helps
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I love you too sweety
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Muaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
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