A British band consisting of three men from the mecca of ennui that is Hastings in Sussex. Their lead singer looks like a small-mouthed hobbit, and they write piano-based tunes with trite lyrics that resemble Coldyplay, David Grey, and British bands in the early twentieth century who fall under the umbrella of the new acoustic movement. Not to be confused with footballer Roy Keane.
Lead singer Tom Chaplin has a nice voice, but unfortunately it is wasted on dull songs that attempt to soar but never really take off. Their biggest single is probably Everybody's Changing, used as Eastenders background music, and their first single was released on Indie record label Fierca Panda. Who consequently let them be signed by a major label, Island, as they realised they were a bunch of cobblers.
"Like a lot of people, we've gone into making music because we're not terribly brilliant at expressing things. None of us are your bog-standard, confident, outgoing rockstar types." - Pianist Tim Oxley-Rice, quoted from drownedinsound.com.
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A transgendered person who was born female but has transitioned to masculinity through hormones, chest surgery, bottom surgery, and/or simply by identifying as male.
He hesitated to get into bed with the woman; he afraid of her knowing that he was actually a transman.
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"really good", "really amazingly blinging", etc
ASHLEH:"boi, dat shit is sic ting yo!"
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originating from The Darkside. A joint that can only be rolled by a champion Joint roller. Used in the beating of cake eaters, cunts and muppets.
I used the Witjoit on the fucker.
Alternative pronunciation of "about" in the north of Scotland.
There's a moose loose aboot this hoose!
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Mamacita, Donde esta Santa Clause? (My Mother, Where's Santa Claus?, 1978, single.
* Donde esta: where is
words from Italian
christmas song:Donde Esta Santa Claus
Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
Donde esta Santa Claus?
And the toys that he will leave.
Mamacita, oh, where is Santa Claus?
I look for him because it's a Christmas Eve.
I know that I should be sleeping,
But maybe he's not far away,
Out of the window I'm peeping,
Hoping to see him in his sleigh.
I hope he won't forget to clack his castinet,
And to his reindeer, say,
"Oh Pancho, Oh! Vixen, Oh! Pedro, Oh! Blitzen,"
Ole! Ole! Ole! cha cha cha.
Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
Oh! Where is Santa Claus?
It's Christmas Eve.
Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
I look for him because it's Christmas Eve.
I know that I should be sleeping,
But maybe he's not far away,
Out of the window I'm peeping,
Hoping to see him in sleigh.
I hope he won't forget to crack his castinet,
And to his reindeer, say,
"Oh Pancho, Oh! Vixen, Oh! Pedro, Oh! Blitzen,"
Ole! Ole! Ole! cha cha cha.
Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus?
Oh! Where is Santa Claus?
It's Christmas Eve.
It's Christmas Eve.
It's Christmas Eve.
It's Christmas Eve.
Alright, Mamacita. I'll go to sleep now.
It's Christmas Eve......
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