Nazie Pelosie accuses Putin of playin my piana
Tis his hands moving my puppet strings upon the keys, like a crafty spider
Nazie Pelosie wants the fbi to investigate-like, that dammm piana playin, upon the strength of which i even have one, yes a whole uninfractionated paid subscriber last i checked, to whom i am eternally grateful, and therefore feel compelled to continue playin that thing, plus, Putin makes me do it, that Russian folk music will invade scAmerica as soon as i learn any, and dittoe the Russian language.
My mom studied ballet at Moscow University, and to my eternal loss, i never saw her dance, in fact, i don’t believe she did any ballet at all after leaving Russia, because in the empire here we get the blues, not the Bolshoi…
i hope Putin will bring me to see the Nutcracker, i enjoy the music of Tchaikovsky, Chopin, and Debussy, who were all Putin stooges, and nevermind two of them didn’t know a lick a Russian, that’s the narrative and you’re supposed to believe it, and if you don’t , Nazie Pelosie will tell the fbi to investigate-like, those folks outside her home, the nasty pink, the codesters, these are absolutely agents of the f b i , how else they could afford to protest on the steep hill. Nazie Pelosie don’t want you hanging round her house, she thinks you smell bad.
Now i won’t get into the tell, the projection, the givewhaway, the pay to protestors in s f where they don’t even need to pay folks, like the scam-answer fbi co-allition that wants you to riot and reveal your violent aims , to stop the war, all wars, such a violent thing to do, to protest, how did answer afford all those signs? i was at the meeting where i watched and voted “against” the democratic ,sic, takedown of any discussion about nanothermite that brought down building 7… i mean, what if triple 5 Cal just fell down into its own footprint?
ah, but i digress, i’ll stick to the piana, like a piece a gum on my shoe. Harashowe.
So i thought i’d go in reverse , to present the best first, although i’d played it last, and etc., on we go
Song for Horace, above, and progress on the bridge progression, incorporating what was only a mere mistake a few weeks ago and is now part of the song…i have to get my dad Putin to tune that piana again, parjalwuista, and teach me how to play better, and to swim in those icy Russian epiphany holes…ah joy..brrr.
Did i mention how eternally grateful i am to my one and only paid subscriber who wanted to support my efforts on the piana, for which, of course, i feel compelled to return with some efforts in kind, thanks to that man, my friend…
Next up, just before the one you heard above, we played the famous Latin transit into for your love. Last time i played i wasn’t willing to post that one, but now it seems at least more listenable despite, this one is hard to get thru, and really shows to my ears that i get to play once a week and work five days of dismal dreary driving, no piana in the car, dammm, why there ain’t one on the dashboard? although that might be dangerous, and hard to insure….
HeGeMon, above, which ain’t about the empire, the beast, the unipolar…is it? the words are mostly correct as intended, quite a feat for this one…
finally, or rather, firstly, we started with this long G song, the Golden Gateway section of the Rule of Freedom, most of which was recorded, and some of which was cut, but there’s plenty there to hear, hoping it pleases your ear…
And that’s our show, from the same town SHE lives in, but definitely not the same neighborhood, i assure you.
Blessings to you, always welcome to hear what tis on your mind in the comments, please, thank you , goodnight.