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and trombones Making sad sounds and glad tones And notes that I will never understand And there were tin horns and oboes and saxophone solos Now you know
de Amaranta?, guitarras ¿El embrujo de Melquiades?, oboes Úrsula, cien años Soledad, Macondo Úrsula, cien años Soledad, Macondo Eres epopeya
Amaranta, guitarras El embrujo de Melquiades, oboes Ursula, cien años, soledad Macondo Ursula, cien años, soledad Macondo Eres, epopeya del pueblo
Amaranta, guitarras El embrujo de Melquiades, oboes Ursula, cien años, soledad Macondo Ursula, cien años, soledad Macondo Eres, epopeya del pueblo
so that the morning, the sun may scream of brain bending saxophones The third world arrives, with Yusef Lateef, and Pharaoh Saunders With oboes
with my dough jo That's a no-no, so don't try to play me like oboes Cause I ain't bout the talkin back and forth, fuck a yo-yo Living legend, I reckon,
of the children At their first ever show And the pig's nose is at the bottom of the oboes And the S's and the F's And you can't tell the difference But you already
pé, sol que brilha é o ouro nas costa de Bené. Meio de quadra torto, salva mais que boldo, os de fora ligeiro visando os... Não precisa de Oboés
amaranta, guitarras El embrujo de melquíades, obóes Úrsula cien años, ¿dónde está macondo? Úrsula cien años, ¿dónde está macondo? Eres, epopeya del
SYMPHONY No. 1 Farewell My Son For Piccolo Flute, Flute, 2 Oboes, English Horn, 2 Clarinets in B, 2 Bassoons, 2 Horns in F, 2 Trompetes, 2
SYMPHONY No. 1 Farewell My Son For Piccolo Flute, Flute, 2 Oboes, English Horn, 2 Clarinets in B, 2 Bassoons, 2 Horns in F, 2 Trompetes, 2
SYMPHONY No. 1 Farewell My Son For Piccolo Flute, Flute, 2 Oboes, English Horn, 2 Clarinets in B, 2 Bassoons, 2 Horns in F, 2 Trompetes, 2
seat with the wind in your hair (There's more) We got bongos basses guitars sitars oboes (Come aboard) And we got the coffee and donuts for the hoboes
on a killin' spree, yeah Fuck the popo, we dealin' low blows like we blowin' oboes But really though, blowin' O's, aerosol into the ozone Total global meltdown
Despite his best repair efforts amidst the injurious fanfare of cabin-mounted trumpets and oboes The coupling had failed His hideous invention yet
show, he's a hoe, better go and blow his load, head road now (you already know) Wet it like a row boat Would've winded you like Oboes Overload a Motorola
feel right at home on my own Three oboes, one clarinet Black rainbows, the night wept The room smelled like Marrakesh Dubstep drift in the window,
los cuatro La belleza de Remedios, violines Las pasiones de cmaranta, guitarras El embrujo de Melquiades, oboes Ursula, cien años, donde estas Macondo
to God of the Bugs On our Apple Internet Phones On our oboes blowing out tones Yelling fuck Fuck fuck fuck Yelling fuck Fuck fuck fuck Iridule eyes You
mine terse in constant time first Dogs corny as Pogos... Couldn't tell elbows from oboes Band humour with no cancellation spans the nation, manic yet
Hear the song of saints forsook by the dark rule Hear the oboes And heirlooms of the ages end in ruins, at last dominon CHORUS We come forth our
what it's gonna be. Silly girl, that's just the way it is. How atoms turn to planets eventually. And oboes will bleat and the triangles tink, but we
let's take a moment of silence Before I start the violence against these godless defilers To the sound of cellos, and oboes and violins I got licence
Tenho à janela Uma velha cornucópia Cheia de alfazema E orquídeas da etiópia Tenho um transistor ao pé da cama Com sons de harpas e oboés E cantigas
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