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autumn will show us the beauty of dying

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I've been going through a bunch of CDs that I received when I was a radio DJ and I realized that there was a bunch (>100) that I didn't have in mp3 form. So, I've decided to pick a bunch of my favorites and post them in the coming weeks. Here are three:

The Minor Times - Making Enemies
Junta - Self-Titled
Harlot - The Woman You Saw Is The Great City That Rules Over The Kings Of The Earth

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