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“Fullstop” by His Purse (song page, archived)

Recovered from the Internet Archive. This page comes from a ListenSmart.com capture saved by the Wayback Machine on January 7, 2001. The original text is preserved where it survives; links and layout have been adapted for this restoration. Historical account, search, posting, voting, playback and download features are inactive; their labels remain as plain text. Images that were never archived are left out. Audio files were not recovered for this archive.

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Song: Fullstop
Artist: His Purse
Genres: Experimental Alternative, Industrial, Experimental Rock
Captured: January 7, 2001 (3 captures)

[His Purse]

Song Credits

Composer(s)
• Nathaniel Incorporated
Composer(s)
• Drew Jacobs

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  PRIM. GENRE : [ Experimental Alternative ]
  SEC. GENRE : [ Industrial ]
  ADD. GENRE : [ Experimental Rock ]

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BRIEF DESC. :

Girl's a monster truck racer born with a gatling gun arm and a full pardon from the provincial overmind. Listen close, as if you have a choice.

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Lyrics

This is a story It falls in lightly Only going barely showing more and showing Lucky paints lullabyes for you Nobody cools like the rules The dosage knows where it's going It's going Fullstop The dosage knows This is the story It's going It's going Fullstop It falls in lightly Only going barely showing more than showing Lucky paints lullabyes for you Nobody cools like the rules Fullstop The dosage knows The dosage knows The dosage knows where It's going This is a story

Full Description

Girl's a monster truck racer born with a gatling gun arm and a full pardon from the provincial overmind. Listen close, as if you have a choice.