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memeboy
MemberIf anyone wondering what song he's playing, it's darude sandstorm
D4rk
BlockedCould imagine him playing Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate from the third act of Verdi's Nabucco
Zurcaflip
MemberBeautifull
Twines
MemberHey buddy try playing fourth finger.
Lol.
Years of experience here.
Bob the Tomato
MemberSilence as darude sandstorm plays
Updated
Ugheear
BlockedNah its this one
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tQHGBcv90j8
Ainul-isPervert
Member“Old Man River!
That seems far too austere a name
For something made of mirth and rage.
O, roiling red-blood river vein,
If chief among your traits is age,
You're a wily, convoluted sage.
Is "old" the thing to call what rings
The vernal heart of wester-lore;
What brings us brassy-myth made kings
(And preponderance of bug-type things)
To challenge titans come before?
Demiurge to a try at Avalon-once-more!
And what august vitality
In your wide aorta stream
You must have had to oversee
Alchemic change of timber beam
To iron, brick and engine steam.
Your umber whiskey waters lance
The prideful sober sovereignty
Of faulty-haloed Temperance
And wilt her self-sure countenance;
Yes, righteousness is vanity,
But your sport's for imps, not elderly.
If there's a name for migrant mass
Of veteran frivolity
That snakes through seas of prairie grass
And groves of summer sassafras,
A name that flows as roguishly
As gypsy waters, fast and free,
It's your real name, Mississippi.”
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