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Impulse Tracker 2.14v3 IT 2.14

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Track length:

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Well, as you may well know or have figured out by now, I am highly
eccentric to the point of almost being mad. The result of this is that I
have a way of writing that makes others think I am mad, although perhaps
to be less harsh and abrasive like other household cleaners, just a little
eccentric.

                        "THE LAMENTS OF A PIGEON"
                        By J.C. Harmer(Jolly Cat)

                        Oh, woe, the flights of fancy
                        Who otherwise are nothing
                        For what in range of colour
                        Is this grey, this dull, this still

                        The world upon its shoulders
                        But the world is down beneath
                        It soars and swoops like a bald eagle
                        Yet nothing like it still

                        Back and forth it journeys
                        A perpetual loop of gloom
                        Along its practical existence
                        The quiet on the still

                        Ahead it sees yet nothing
                        Just grey and tolerance
                        Behind it just the same
                        The quiet, the calm, the still

Oh gee check it out, you must have just been listening to an Impulse
Tracker song by William Wordsworth the way I can bash out a poem, didn't
that just bring you to tears and then give you a lift home again?

This song is a cheerful tune, however. A tune for those who have lost a
close family relative or a distant family relative who you think was
closer than they actually were. It will help to relieve your suicidal
tendencies.

                        The creation of man
                        Along nothing
                        With nothing
                        A void
                        The scant
                        The breath
                        The nothing

I don't know what was the point of that.

This song is Copyright (C) 2001 The Jolly Cat

Send all your comments, laments, firmaments, inclements and anything else
that ends in -ents apart from your excrements to:

Pain.Stewart@lycos.com

God rest the soul of our poor deceased friend, Paine Stewart. I urge you
to have a minute's silence to remember the poor soul whose life was cut
short by a plane crash and whose head was cut short by the seat in front
of him.

• http://ftp.modland.com/pub/modules/Impulsetracker/The Jolly Cat
• http://ftp.modland.com/pub/modules/Impulsetracker/The Jolly Cat/the laments of a pigeon.it
• https://modarchive.org/index.php?request=view_by_moduleid&query=46141

1. This is almost what is
2. known as experimental
3. music.
5. For it is not necessarily
6. just the song that must
7. be 'experimental' but the
8. title thereof, and
9. anything else such as the
10. sample list.
12. Think about the laments
13. of a pigeon for a second.
15. Just imagine the woes
16. swimming through the mind
17. of a bird who is just
18. 'common' and with no
19. possible other word in
20. the vocabularies of even
21. the finest minds of
22. English literature apart
23. perhaps from Thomas Hardy
24. who seems to possess a
25. range of words befitting
26. no other, to describe
27. this contemptible and
28. ordinary creature. What
29. a thing of the past this
30. is.
32. For those who are unable,
33. here they are, in
34. musical form:
36. THE LAMENTS OF A PIGEON
38. Tracked by the Jolly Cat
39. over the following dates:
41. 2nd of December, 2001
42. 3rd of December, 2001
43. 4th of December, 2001
44. 5th of December, 2001
46. And the date I had with
47. your mother last night.
49. Press Shift+F9 for more
50. insane ramblings.