How many can you find? Some are trickier than others, and some are much older than others, but they are all bands played on Power FM. I'll give everyone a couple of days to give it shot, and then will repost with the names in bold. Good luck!
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"Tell me lies; tell me sweet little lies in the valley of the dying sun as it ever stays red.
This disciple will not meet abandon for the classic crime because he is justified under oath. I need to breathe as words are spoken on this manic drive.
A lot happened during my seventh day slumber. On the third day I had to go deep into this beautiful republic and search the city for twelve stones, seven places, and an American made alabaster box filled with gifts from all around the world.
On the road less traveled we tried falling up into the high flight society, but the benjamin gate and its guardian were in our way. As he was turning, we said, "run kid, run!" but content under his red umbrella, he wasn't listening.
I discovered we need more than an inspiring telecast to illuminate truth. We need to understand the importance of simple audio.
Adrenaline flows in my veins as we listen to the myriad of noises like the fm static on my transistor radio and your stereo.
Motion happening around us encourages me to bleach my mohawk.
Nelson will come and take me to the house of heroes where the mainstay of the big tent revival is when we send our red seabird to Holland. But this will only happen after Edmund, Miss Angie, and poor, old Lu are done mourning September.
On Monday morning the delirious kids in the way who inhabited Addison Road will be casting pearls that glisten at Mae and Ruth's slick shoes.
It's not fair when, under the capitol lights and lacking a code of ethics, the people in Washington DC talk more about article one than they should.
Never the less, down here our heart's hero must become relient.
Know and remember this everyday. Sunday, Cadet Kessler almost had a dream too late, but by the tree he was forever changed.
--A super chick wrote this. She hadn't written anything since October, but last Tuesday she found herself at the 38th parallel and was inspired as she observed a wedding at Wavorly mansion whose fronth porch alone has 8 pillars. The blooming Elms were breath taking."
