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Originally Posted by montsnmags
No, you're more like a man from Nantucket.
Exactly. That's why so most compositions are filled to the gills with vomit- and piss-stained angst.
Oi! pshrynknk! [hic!]...I love you, man! Naaaah, HAHAHA, not that way, ya big poof. I love you like a dog. You [burp]...are...the best mate a mate could have. [hic!] Cheers, ya bastard!
Ah, no, I think I jus' pissed meself...
Even Tchaikovsky had groupies, though the habit killed him in the end.
Cheers,
Marc (still working on it [pours himself another Zany Carter Deluxe])
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Which explains Carmen and most of Water Music.