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Coda in B Sustained
by roj miedes But hark, a guitarist, after a harp and flaunting flutist, passed by the road where the old lyrics lay (monotonously), took pity and tried to strum a lively chord. He fingered (an arpeggio) and tried to suppress a fret for the lyrics' seemed truly out of place: he was a balladeer, the lyrics classical. "never mind", he said, "'tis still an old pal." and took the lyrics to a metronome. "take care of this song, will ya', fella? while I play in the gypsies' plaza." "Watch over him, sir, I'll sure do till he gets to the proper tempo." Delighted, the man, picked the tabs and gave it some extra measure. Coda: the rest of the story's easy, my friend, the lyrics soon revived, and took itself to the charts! as for the balladeer, the good neighbor here, he sung a thousand songs more, till his ballads became novelties, from da Capo al fine. my name is roj, and I am nineteen. A filipino, a dreamer, an engineering student. a guy who had some good laughs with God. and good crying times with him, too. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |