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This kid is not me, he is my friend and he is only a beginner.
Author: Danny19921125
Keywords: drum drumming drummer solo heavy metal
Added: October 7, 2008
Toby playing drum
Author: paulkim102
Keywords: toby play drum
Added: October 7, 2008
walking basslines
Author: seaofsorrow09
Keywords: craigsville Pa smails drum shop vandergrift pa
Added: October 7, 2008
Visitor From The Past by Thelen PaulkI had a dream the other night I didn't understand,A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low he said:We fought a revolution to secure our liberty,We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.For future generations, this legacy we gave,In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep,But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep.Your freedom gone - your courage lost - you're no more than a slave,In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,Although you have no voice in choosing how the money's spent.Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate,Your moral values can't be taught, according to the state.You read about the current "news" in a very biased press,You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold,You trade your wealth for paper, so life can be controlled.You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God to shame,You've taken Satin's number, as you've traded in your name.You've given government control to those who do you harm,So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm.And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,Harass your fellow countryman while corrupted courts prevail.Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they're sworn,Your daughters visit doctors so children won't be born.Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's wars.Can you regain your Freedom for which we fought and died?Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride?Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save?Or do you wish your children live in fear and be a slave?Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!Preserve our Republic, and each God-given right!And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came,His words were true, we are not free, and we have ourselves to blame.For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,We only watch and tremble -- too afraid to stand and fight.If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you're asleep,And wonder what remains of your right he fought to keep.What would be your answer if he called out from the grave?Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?When America Goes DownWhen the quick and grinning fire burns our epitaph on ice,When the mad seas breach the ramparts,And demand we pay the price;Will our 'twained lives split asunder?Will our love submerge and drown?Will we cling tight through the thunder as america goes down?When the fungal growth that's fastened on our cities lifts and flies,When the pioneering spirit of our forebears falls and dies;Will we still lie curled together in our broken marriage bed?Will our love still be forever when america is dead?While the parasite is eating through our sweet and happy dream,While the nightmare is descending,And the sleeper cannot scream;While the night is washed with creepingIn all shades of black and brown,Will you wash my wounds by weepingWhile this land of ours goes down?When the rising god of history starts to beat the drums of doom,When this rich and diverse culture seals its democratic tomb;Will we march along in sorrow with a dumb, funeral tread?Will we make love tomorrow when america is dead?As the blood climbs through the rainbowMay i hold your heart once more?As the color of our skin becomes our uniform of war;Will your warmth still slide into my gripWhen chaos marries dread?Will your womb receive my worshipWhen our sacred land is dead?When america goes down, my love, when the time arrives to pay,For the malice of the piper and producer of the playAnd our image on the screen is of a sad and tragic clown,What will there be between us when america goes down?When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .
Author: nitevixen440
Keywords: Vsitor From The Past/When America Goes Down
Added: October 7, 2008
Visitor From The Past by Thelen PaulkI had a dream the other night I didn't understand,A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low he said:We fought a revolution to secure our liberty,We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.For future generations, this legacy we gave,In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep,But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep.Your freedom gone - your courage lost - you're no more than a slave,In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,Although you have no voice in choosing how the money's spent.Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate,Your moral values can't be taught, according to the state.You read about the current "news" in a very biased press,You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold,You trade your wealth for paper, so life can be controlled.You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God to shame,You've taken Satin's number, as you've traded in your name.You've given government control to those who do you harm,So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm.And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,Harass your fellow countryman while corrupted courts prevail.Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they're sworn,Your daughters visit doctors so children won't be born.Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's wars.Can you regain your Freedom for which we fought and died?Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride?Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save?Or do you wish your children live in fear and be a slave?Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!Preserve our Republic, and each God-given right!And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came,His words were true, we are not free, and we have ourselves to blame.For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,We only watch and tremble -- too afraid to stand and fight.If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you're asleep,And wonder what remains of your right he fought to keep.What would be your answer if he called out from the grave?Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?When America Goes DownWhen the quick and grinning fire burns our epitaph on ice,When the mad seas breach the ramparts,And demand we pay the price;Will our 'twained lives split asunder?Will our love submerge and drown?Will we cling tight through the thunder as america goes down?When the fungal growth that's fastened on our cities lifts and flies,When the pioneering spirit of our forebears falls and dies;Will we still lie curled together in our broken marriage bed?Will our love still be forever when america is dead?While the parasite is eating through our sweet and happy dream,While the nightmare is descending,And the sleeper cannot scream;While the night is washed with creepingIn all shades of black and brown,Will you wash my wounds by weepingWhile this land of ours goes down?When the rising god of history starts to beat the drums of doom,When this rich and diverse culture seals its democratic tomb;Will we march along in sorrow with a dumb, funeral tread?Will we make love tomorrow when america is dead?As the blood climbs through the rainbowMay i hold your heart once more?As the color of our skin becomes our uniform of war;Will your warmth still slide into my gripWhen chaos marries dread?Will your womb receive my worshipWhen our sacred land is dead?When america goes down, my love, when the time arrives to pay,For the malice of the piper and producer of the playAnd our image on the screen is of a sad and tragic clown,What will there be between us when america goes down?When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .
Author: nitevixen440
Keywords: Vsitor From The Past/When America Goes Down
Added: October 7, 2008
Visitor From The Past by Thelen PaulkI had a dream the other night I didn't understand,A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low he said:We fought a revolution to secure our liberty,We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.For future generations, this legacy we gave,In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep,But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep.Your freedom gone - your courage lost - you're no more than a slave,In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,Although you have no voice in choosing how the money's spent.Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate,Your moral values can't be taught, according to the state.You read about the current "news" in a very biased press,You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold,You trade your wealth for paper, so life can be controlled.You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God to shame,You've taken Satin's number, as you've traded in your name.You've given government control to those who do you harm,So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm.And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,Harass your fellow countryman while corrupted courts prevail.Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they're sworn,Your daughters visit doctors so children won't be born.Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's wars.Can you regain your Freedom for which we fought and died?Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride?Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save?Or do you wish your children live in fear and be a slave?Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!Preserve our Republic, and each God-given right!And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came,His words were true, we are not free, and we have ourselves to blame.For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,We only watch and tremble -- too afraid to stand and fight.If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you're asleep,And wonder what remains of your right he fought to keep.What would be your answer if he called out from the grave?Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?When America Goes DownWhen the quick and grinning fire burns our epitaph on ice,When the mad seas breach the ramparts,And demand we pay the price;Will our 'twained lives split asunder?Will our love submerge and drown?Will we cling tight through the thunder as america goes down?When the fungal growth that's fastened on our cities lifts and flies,When the pioneering spirit of our forebears falls and dies;Will we still lie curled together in our broken marriage bed?Will our love still be forever when america is dead?While the parasite is eating through our sweet and happy dream,While the nightmare is descending,And the sleeper cannot scream;While the night is washed with creepingIn all shades of black and brown,Will you wash my wounds by weepingWhile this land of ours goes down?When the rising god of history starts to beat the drums of doom,When this rich and diverse culture seals its democratic tomb;Will we march along in sorrow with a dumb, funeral tread?Will we make love tomorrow when america is dead?As the blood climbs through the rainbowMay i hold your heart once more?As the color of our skin becomes our uniform of war;Will your warmth still slide into my gripWhen chaos marries dread?Will your womb receive my worshipWhen our sacred land is dead?When america goes down, my love, when the time arrives to pay,For the malice of the piper and producer of the playAnd our image on the screen is of a sad and tragic clown,What will there be between us when america goes down?When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .
Author: nitevixen440
Keywords: Vsitor From The Past/When America Goes Down
Added: October 7, 2008
Visitor From The Past by Thelen PaulkI had a dream the other night I didn't understand,A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed,He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low he said:We fought a revolution to secure our liberty,We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.For future generations, this legacy we gave,In this, the land of the free and home of the brave.The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you'd always keep,But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep.Your freedom gone - your courage lost - you're no more than a slave,In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,Permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent,Although you have no voice in choosing how the money's spent.Your children must attend a school that doesn't educate,Your moral values can't be taught, according to the state.You read about the current "news" in a very biased press,You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the IRS.Your money is no longer made of silver or of gold,You trade your wealth for paper, so life can be controlled.You pay for crimes that make our Nation turn from God to shame,You've taken Satin's number, as you've traded in your name.You've given government control to those who do you harm,So they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm.And keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,Harass your fellow countryman while corrupted courts prevail.Your public servants don't uphold the solemn oath they're sworn,Your daughters visit doctors so children won't be born.Your leaders ship artillery and guns to foreign shores,And send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people's wars.Can you regain your Freedom for which we fought and died?Or don't you have the courage, or the faith to stand with pride?Are there no more values for which you'll fight to save?Or do you wish your children live in fear and be a slave?Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!Preserve our Republic, and each God-given right!And pray to God to keep the torch of freedom burning bright!As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came,His words were true, we are not free, and we have ourselves to blame.For even now as tyrants trample each God-given right,We only watch and tremble -- too afraid to stand and fight.If he stood by your bedside in a dream while you're asleep,And wonder what remains of your right he fought to keep.What would be your answer if he called out from the grave?Is this still the land of the free and home of the brave?When America Goes DownWhen the quick and grinning fire burns our epitaph on ice,When the mad seas breach the ramparts,And demand we pay the price;Will our 'twained lives split asunder?Will our love submerge and drown?Will we cling tight through the thunder as america goes down?When the fungal growth that's fastened on our cities lifts and flies,When the pioneering spirit of our forebears falls and dies;Will we still lie curled together in our broken marriage bed?Will our love still be forever when america is dead?While the parasite is eating through our sweet and happy dream,While the nightmare is descending,And the sleeper cannot scream;While the night is washed with creepingIn all shades of black and brown,Will you wash my wounds by weepingWhile this land of ours goes down?When the rising god of history starts to beat the drums of doom,When this rich and diverse culture seals its democratic tomb;Will we march along in sorrow with a dumb, funeral tread?Will we make love tomorrow when america is dead?As the blood climbs through the rainbowMay i hold your heart once more?As the color of our skin becomes our uniform of war;Will your warmth still slide into my gripWhen chaos marries dread?Will your womb receive my worshipWhen our sacred land is dead?When america goes down, my love, when the time arrives to pay,For the malice of the piper and producer of the playAnd our image on the screen is of a sad and tragic clown,What will there be between us when america goes down?When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .When america goes down . . .
Author: nitevixen440
Keywords: Vsitor From The Past/When America Goes Down
Added: October 7, 2008
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We like music and now you can take you drums everywhere because they are build in to your T-shirt ready for you to make some music.
http://digg.com/music/Drum_kit_T_Shirt
Oreillys auto parts shop is a reknown marketplace with expertise and experience in battery checking, rotor and drum resurfacing, , loaner tool program, electrical parts testing, module testing, searching of products, etc.
http://digg.com/autos/How_To_Get_The_Best_Of_Oreillys_Auto_Parts
Emotii ? Nu e cazul. Daca ai ajuns pana aici, mai departe e simplu. Trezeste-te de dimineata, mananca bine, fa-ti o cafea, si la drum. Ai in fata o zi lunga, in care vei consuma multa energie.Pentru ca deja ai discutat cu mirii, stii orarul zilei. In primul rand, trebuie sa ajungi in locatie...
http://digg.com/arts_culture/Fotografiile_unei_nunti_15_Ziua_nuntii
Gears of War 2 is a hard game for me to write about. Partly because (drum roll, please) I didn’t play the first one and mostly because of all the restrictions placed on last week’s three-day GOW2 marathon.
http://digg.com/gaming_news/Gears_of_War_2_The_Non_Review_Review
The new one from these guys from England. As if they need much of an introduction. Whether you love them, hate them, used to love them and hate them now, or whatever, they are Cradle of Filth. Extreme symphonic black metal with all the bells and whistles, super high screeching vocals, sickingly gothic guitars and blasting drums.
http://digg.com/music/Download_Cradle_of_Filth_Godspeed_on_the_Devils_Thunder
Motivated by their love for keyboards and vintage drum machines, Brooklyn indie rock darlings Au Revoir Simone prepare a reverse migration of music...
http://digg.com/music/Indie_rock_darlings_and_a_new_MP3_download
"The Celebration of the Snare Drum" is the theme of this year's MA PAS event. Snare drum performances, clinics, literature and history will be presented.
http://digg.com/music/Massachusetts_Day_of_Percussion
MUAR: About 7,500 litres of subsidised diesel suspected to have been sold by fishermen to a trader and stored in a plantation near Sungai Balang were seized during a raid late Monday.The fuel, kept in 150 plastic fuel tanks and eight drums and valued at more than RM15,000, was meant for sale to several factories in and around the area.Muar
http://digg.com/world_news/7_500_litres_of_subsidised_diesel_seized
Free drum plugin for Windows by 17hex
http://digg.com/software/Sampler_17hex_n_Arachnid_Pc_Free
I believe music is the universal language...universal because it doesn't matter what religion, colour, race or beliefs you have, everyone loves some sort of music! And guess what, I LOVE music.I have been playing both the drums & guitar for about 15 years now and have a true passion for playing.
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