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Alyson Vane

...We had rehersals in Waleczek's barn. Szczepan's grandmother, instead of listening to the radio, sat by the window and nodded her head to the noise we made. A trip to the big city in search for better life turned out to be a bad idea. Poisoned by smog, we miss pancakes, herring in oil and frozen vodka, that's why we sit on the bridge and dream of escaping from here..." (MW) a session for Alyson Vane - post-punk masters of beat and words...


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