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"Pop kills your soul" have seen the light the 23th of March 2007. The Twenty-three in Italy (or maybe only in my town, Roma) is a great number. It means "a lot of luck" even if the real phrase is a little bit most coloured :P
  • Why "Pop kills your soul"?
    Ok, I'll tell you. "Pop kills your soul" is an Afterhours' song, the italian band that I like most. PKYS is the first version of "Pop", the, more or less, italian translation. It is their first song that I've listened, and maybe it's also the song that made me fall in love with them. For this reason, I thought that it would be nice to dedicate 'em my fanlisting collective.

  • The template
    I love Dita Von Teese. I have to admit. Long before she became Marilyn Manson's wife. I don't like pink (not P!NK, I love her too! My musical tastes are very strange, as you can notice), no. I hate pink! But, how can I explain. It happened. I made my first template pink. And, after all, Dita is fabulous in pink, most of all with her fan or with her dancer costume. Ok, I'll stop. Just one last thing: Dita marry meeee!

  • The hosting
    The best free hosting ever found. Netsons. Should I say more? Great work guys!

  • The codes
    If you want to affiliate with my collective, put one of my codes in your site and link back to http://elgat.netsons.org/fan/ and let me know here. I'll be very glad to do the same with yours!
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And now... Last but not the least... The song!

Pop kills your soul

Death of the form our dreams would have attained
death of the will, desire and dismay
like a nazi mith of red eternal youth
'till nothing is what you think of

Pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
just like everything else does

We fancied and we expected, we are all the same
and we all get so banal, and we all making the same talks
'bout years of collapsing we missunderstand
leaking down through my hands

Pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
as everything else has done

I'm seven years old, listen to the song
you were a yeti woman hairy fierce and lone
I 'member the rage your face disintegrated
and the fear that I would not hate it

Pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
pop kills your soul
as everything else has done

(Afterhours)