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i understand some would prefer to listen to piano pieces preformed by a live, soulful human and not a cold program like synthesia.

but i also like to listen to pieces, particularly 19th century pieces by chopin liszt and alkan performed by machine and man alike.
of course then there is cziffra.

and pieces that cannot be performed my man either way, such as:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6utk2nFjpXA

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

The Final Cut lyrics by Pink Floyd

It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall,
In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf adorned,
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command
Took my daddy from me.

When The Tigers Broke Free lyrics by Pink Floyd

Burnout?

my metamorphosis into a dog person is nearing completion....no it's not.

Woof Woof!

YIP YIP? Wooooooof!!

Whats wrong with Josie?

I'm an executor for someone's will. I'm not sure if I know what I'm doing, but I'm sure as hell not going to go anywhere near a member of the legal "profession"!

You should maybe consider it if the value of the assets is over 10K, or if the people getting them are litigious. If you don't probate it, it could come back to bite you. It could in Texas, anyway.

My sister, her boyfriend/fiance and their 2 month old baby just moved in yesterday and will be staying with us for about a month. I am pretty excited to see all of them. Yesterday was the first time that I saw the baby and I am never around very small children. The baby is my niece so of course I feel an emotional connection to her but I don't really "understand" her. I mean, she's an infant, she doesn't talk and only makes noises.. but I still hope that while they are here, I am able to start to understand her noises/ what makes her happy/ sad etc etc. She will be the first of my sibling's children that I will be able to spend time with, while they are growing up. I'm really excited that they will be here.

Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
Good-bye Max.
Good-bye Ma.
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
"Oi! A real one ..."
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.

Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of his dream.
Take heed.

The Gunner's Dream Lyrics by Pink Floyd

(Sorry guys, I'm going through a bit of a phase.)

^^^ Pink Floyd has great lyrics.

I slept almost eleven hours. I don't know why I was so tired.

I need to learn to say less.

Don't you hate it when someone you know declares they love someone else? I feel a bit violated when they do that.

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