Translation: In the face of a glut of CGI movies, nerds are so desperate for a change that they'll throw money and praise at anything that tries to do things the old-fashioned way.
My marching band's warm-up was a chorale in Bb. Sometimes the trombones would mess with people by playing our part in G-minor. Like, not just lol same key signature, but change the tonic and fuck with the chord.
All my music needs to get started is a dull thud that was, at some point in the past, considered to sound something like a kickdrum, but let's be honest the only reason we still call them Kicks is because that's what they were always called.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
^ Oonts.