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Monday, May 29, 2006

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elle

You know I wrote a post about that song once. (It's way deep in the archives.) Something 'bout it...

Elise

Yuck. The Bob Dylan one almost made me hurl. I also hate the Led Zeppelin Cadillac blasphemy. Shudder.

heidi

Came via daughter of opinion. Salsbury hill, one of my favortie songs of all time. I have not seent the commercial, I hope i never do

suzanne

As much as I hate my favorite song being whored out, I have to admit, I do love getting to hear a snippit of it every hour or so.

Cecily

Oh, I know just what you mean...

Closet Metro

What, Bob Dylan doesn't make you want to buy lacy undies?

They should have had Prince do the ads. At least he wears lacy undies.

Jean

Morbid as it might sound my Husband is under instruction to play Solsbury Hill at my funeral....I'm surprised at Peter Gabriel allowing it to be used for an ad though

scott

Bob Dylan looked HOT in that Teddy, though. You have to admit that.

Hello, Sarah.

concertina

What hurts most is that he ALLOWED the song to be used. That cuts the deepest.

anon

Solsbury Hill feels like my youth, every time I hear it I remember.

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