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I can't stop this Jittering of the wrists, Maniacal half-splat Splutterings of the gist. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Up and down again, 1 and, 2 and, 3 and Works 'til measure ten. I cut down time, And do it once more; 1 and, 2 and, now chime, Notes shatter on floor. I splitter, I splutter, While Mister Just mutters My horrible, Dreadful mistakes; One more take, So try it again. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Jee jee, eff eff, eeh, 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, See see, eff sharp, bee. Ay, bee, ay- F SHARP SCREAMS THE OFT WRONG HARP OF JITTERING FINGERS AND PIANO FARTS ENRAGED WHILE MOVING UP AND DOWN WHITE AND BLACK KEYS FURIOUSLY ENGAGED. BUT CUT THE TIME AND DO IT AGAIN. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Keep thumb under hand, 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Though left hand's undermanned. "More fingers, more," It sputters into the night, While sore fingers, sore, Start a whole new blight. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Now 4 and Rest. Everything is winding down, Flushing away into soft, Pianissimo serenades Of sweet, sweet See- BUT BEE FLAT MAKES SEE RATS EAT THEIR MOLDY FLESH, BECAUSE BEE FLAT TO SEE RAT MAKES EVENING NOT SO FRESH. Piano farts, Just do it again. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Now 4 and Rest; Second time through Makes it the best.
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May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
I SURE KNOW MY 1, 2, 3
I can't stop this Jittering of the wrists, Maniacal half-splat Splutterings of the gist. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Up and down again, 1 and, 2 and, 3 and Works 'til measure ten. I cut down time, And do it once more; 1 and, 2 and, now chime, Notes shatter on floor. I splitter, I splutter, While Mister Just mutters My horrible, Dreadful mistakes; One more take, So try it again. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Jee jee, eff eff, eeh, 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, See see, eff sharp, bee. Ay, bee, ay- F SHARP SCREAMS THE OFT WRONG HARP OF JITTERING FINGERS AND PIANO FARTS ENRAGED WHILE MOVING UP AND DOWN WHITE AND BLACK KEYS FURIOUSLY ENGAGED. BUT CUT THE TIME AND DO IT AGAIN. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Keep thumb under hand, 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Though left hand's undermanned. "More fingers, more," It sputters into the night, While sore fingers, sore, Start a whole new blight. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Now 4 and Rest. Everything is winding down, Flushing away into soft, Pianissimo serenades Of sweet, sweet See- BUT BEE FLAT MAKES SEE RATS EAT THEIR MOLDY FLESH, BECAUSE BEE FLAT TO SEE RAT MAKES EVENING NOT SO FRESH. Piano farts, Just do it again. 1 and, 2 and, 3 and, Now 4 and Rest; Second time through Makes it the best.
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Lebanese
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
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