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Strange Billy the Saint & Bernadette Pike
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Bottle
3:07
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Grumpy One
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General Info
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Genre: Alternative
Location Bristol, Southwest, Un
Profile Views: 5332
Last Login: 1/10/2013
Member Since 11/19/2009
Type of Label Unsigned
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Bio
A slightly crazed, delusional boy crossed paths with a slightly crazed, disillusioned girl. Time passed. Magic began to happen. Obstacles were faced. Magic became too strong to ignore. Boy and girl became as one. They made music. And love. Contact billyandbernadette@gmail.com for live shows/contact. -
Members
Kind-of self explanatory, Suzanne and Matt help us out when playing live. -
Influences
All that surrounds them. -
Sounds Like
These are quotes from other people, "Messy magic", "More art than music", "Inspiring", "Awful"
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Strange Billy the Saint & Bernadette Pike
listened to 5 songs
Videos
'Climbing' at O2 Academy
03:04 | 53 plays | Nov 9 2010
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Music
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6 Songs | May 27, 2012 -
3 Songs | Nov 21, 2009
Thank you for the friendship ! Peace from Sunny Detroit City, ~Tom
Big up Mz Jones! She knows what's what!. x x
Hi Strange Billy The Saint & Bernadette Pike, The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot.