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127ぷーランク、偽ぷーランク、ジャズ珍、不惑、便所虫
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またもや決定的な恥を白日の下に晒してしまう。
そして、いま再び、ここに…
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誹謗中傷が目に余るスレだったから埋めただけだよ
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漏れは前スレ142,146,148しか書いてねえよ
127 ：名無しさん＠お腹いっぱい。：2005/06/03(金) 09:01:25 ID:2quBmvAW
>>66
お前は知障で楽器も弾けねえ分際であり得ない脳内妄想語るなｗ
ジャズもクラもプログレもセンスがない奴は何やってもカス。
黒人音楽に比べて
ポリリズムやポリモードどころかフラクタルもないクラシックなんて
単調なカスだろうが間抜けｗ
モーツアルトなんてカス中のカスだろ。
とり合えず変拍子の単純ヴァージョンやってるバルトークや
和声的にも何とかマシなラベルやドビュッシーはともかく。
結局クラの奴はどんなに一流でもザッパに馬鹿にされているように
グルーヴや黒いリズム感は圧倒的に劣る訳で
その辺のコンプレックスからジャズやプログレに行く奴もいあるわな。
またマルやチャーリー・マリアーノみたいにジャズからプログレに行く奴もいるわな。
結局クラもジャズもそれだけやってるうちは一流の音楽家ではないという事だな。
所詮
芸術性からいけば
ラテン＞ヒップホップ＞ジャズ＞R&B＞レゲエ＞ブルース＞ハウス＞テクノ＞ポルカ＞ロック
＞C&W＞フォーク＞フュージョン＞クラシック＞J-POP＞ジャパフュー
だろ。
−−−−−−−−−−−−（作曲の神）−−−−−−−−−−
67.5以上 ガーシュイン コール・ポーター トム・ジョビン モンク カーティス J.ジルベルト モリコーネ
65.0〜67.4 レノン＝マッカートニー ドナルド・フェイゲン S.ワンダー H.マンシーニ B．エヴァンス
62.5〜64.9 １０CC プリンス M．ゲイ マイルス ルグラン ブーレ エリントン ニーノ・ロータ カエターノ F.レイ
60.0〜62.4 H.シルバー ミルトン・ナシメント バカラック ドビュッシー スライ コルトレーン J.ゴールドスミス
−−−−−−−−−−−−（作曲の殿堂）−−−−−−−−−−−
57.5〜59.9 Ｉ．リンス T.ラングレン P．ウェラー ラベル J.ミッチェル W.ショーター サン・ラ Ｂ．ウィルソン ・クティ
55.0〜57.4 N.ヤング R.ワイアット J.シアー 武満徹 細野 バルトーク ボブ・マーリー E.ジョン オサリバン 加古隆
52.5〜54.9 D.ハサウェイ Dr.ジョン C.キング ベビーフェイス ハンコック ピッチオーニ Ｓ．ウィンウッド
50.0〜52.4 G.ガートサイト P.サイモン カート・コバーン ジャガー＝リチャード Ａ．パートリッジ 伊福部昭
−−−−−−−−−−−−（一流の壁）−−−−−−−−−−−
47.5〜49.9 ルー・リード E.コステロ 教授（坂本） サティ J.フルシアンテ エリオット・スミス Ｐ．ガブリエル
45.0〜47.4 Ｐ．マクアルーン バッハ ザッパ ジェフ・リン ショパン トム・ヨーク Ｄ．ボウイ マシュー・スウィート
42.5〜44.9 ジョニー・マー エッジ N.ギャラガー J.ペイジ ベック ベートーベン
40.0〜42.4 八大 スティング 大沢伸一
−−−−−−−−−−−−（二流の壁）−−−−−−−−−−−
37.5〜39.9 達郎 モーツァルト ユーミン 八大 筒見 曽我部恵一 キリンジ
35.0〜37.4 田島貴男 リスト ワーグナー 小西 aiko 林檎 久石 降谷（DA)
32.5〜34.9 桑田 つんく♂ 小田和正 桜井（チル）マサムネ（スピッツ）用水 中島みゆき
30.0〜32.4 はなわ テツ＆トモ 小室 B'Z オレンジレンジ KREVA 黛敏郎 小沢健二
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127ぷーランク、偽ぷーランク、ジャズ珍、不惑、便所虫
数々の名キャラを生んだ迷スレがまた再び。
（前スレまでのあらすじ）
偽ぷーに完全にコケにされ惨敗続きの便所虫＝ID:+GDpOnfzとジャズ珍＝ID:ZfSa9xuuが
自らの失態を葬り去ろうとしスレをコピペで埋める事を企てるも失敗ｗ
またもや決定的な恥を白日の下に晒してしまう。
そして、いま再び、ここに…
全米が泣いた！！
もう、その世界に浸るのは、やめてくれ。
もちろん、私は＞１２７ではない。
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand.
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.
Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armoured movers took approach to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close to the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by the corner.
Down at the edge, round by the river.
Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
You can clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain.
I get up, I get down,
I get up, I get down.
Two million people barely satisfy.
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve.
How many millions do we deceive each day?
[Thru the duty she would coil their said
amusement of her story asking only interest
could be laid upon the children of her domain]
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
In charge of who is there in charge of me.
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
Ah, ah.
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past.
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Oh.
Coins and crosses
Turn round tailor, assaulting
Never know their fruitless worth;
all the mornings of the interest shown,
presenting one another to the cord,
Cords are broken,
All left dying, rediscovered
Of the door that turned round,
Locked inside the mother earth.
To close the cover, all the
interest shown,
They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you,
To turn one another, to the
sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reached out for reasons to call.
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooh, ooh.
I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.
Beauty begins at the foot of you. Do you believe the manner?
Gold stainless nail,
Torn through the distance of man
As they regard the summit.
Even Siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window.
Outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view.
Bluetail, tailfly.
River running right on over my head.
How does she sing?
Who holds the ring? And ring and you will find me coming.
Cold reigning king,
Hold all the secrets from you
As they produce the movement.
Even Siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window.
Outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view.
Bluetail, tailfly.
River running right over the outboard, river,
Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time.
Dood'ndoodit, dah, d't-d't-dah.
Hold down the window;
Hold out the morning that comes into view.
Warm side, the tower;
Green leaves reveal the heart spoken Khatru.
Gold stainless nail,
torn through the distance of man as they regard the summit.
Cold reigning king,
Shelter the women that sing
As they produce the movement.
River running right on over my head
Outboard, river.
Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time,
Suntower, asking,
Cover, lover,
June cast, moon fast,
As one changes,
Heart gold, leaver,
Soul mark, mover,
Christian, changer,
Called out, saviour,
Moon gate, climber,
Turn round, glider.
Reminded of an inner pact between us
That's seen as we go
And ride there
In motion
To fields in debts of honor
Defending
Stand the marchers soaring talons,
Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom,
Fighting we know,
Destroy oppression
The point to reaction
As leaders look to you
Attacking
Choose and renounce throwing chains to the floor.
Kill or be killing faster sins correct the flow.
Casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force
To alter via the war that seen
As friction spans the spirits wrath ascending (slowly) to redeem.
Wars that shout in screams of anguish,
Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver,
Surely we know.
In glory
We rise to offer,
Create our freedom,
A word we utter,
A word.
Words cause our banner, victorious our day.
Will silence be promised as violence display?
The curse increased we fight the power
And live by it by day.
Our gods awake in thunderous roars,
And guide the leaders' hand in paths of glory to the cause.
Listen, should we fight forever
Knowing as we do know fear destroys?
Listen, should we leave our children?
Listen, our lives stare in silence;
Help us now.
Listen, your friends have been broken,
They tell us of your poison; now we know.
Kill them, give them as they give us.
Slay them, burn their childrens' laughter
On to hell.
The fist will run, grasp metal to gun.
The spirit sings in crashing tones,
We gain the battle drum.
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn.
The pen won't stay the demon's wings,
The hour approaches pounding out the Devil's sermon.
Pass within and soothe this endless night
And wait here for you,
Our reason to be here.
Soon, oh soon the time,
All we move to gain will reach and calm;
Our heart is open,
Our reason to be here.
Long ago, set into rhyme.
Soon, oh soon the light,
Ours to shape for all time,
Ours the right;
The sun will lead us,
Our reason to be here.
Soon, oh soon the light,
Ours to shape for all time,
Ours the right;
The sun will lead us,
Our reason to be here.
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see the look in your eyes.
Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene,
New encounters spark a true fruition,
Guiding lines we touch them, our bodies balance out the waves
As we accelerate our days to the look in your eyes.
From the moment I reached out to hold, I felt a sound,
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds.
And to know that tempo will continue
Lost in trance of dances as rhythm takes another turn,
As is my want, I only reach to look in your eyes.
Drifting endlessly by the bridge.
To be over, we will see, to be over.
Do not suffer through the game of chance that plays;
Always doors to lock away your dreams.
Think it over, time will heal your fear, think it over.
Balance the thoughts that release within you.
Childlike soul dreamer.
One journey, one to seek and see in every light
Do open true pathways away.
Carrying closer,
Go gently, holding doors will open every way
You wander true pathways away.
After all your soul will still surrender.
After all don't doubt your part,
Be ready to be loved.
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127ぷーランク、偽ぷーランク、ジャズ珍、不惑、便所虫
数々の名キャラを生んだ迷スレがまた再び。
（前スレまでのあらすじ）
偽ぷーに完全にコケにされ惨敗続きの便所虫＝ID:+GDpOnfzとジャズ珍＝ID:ZfSa9xuuが
自らの失態を葬り去ろうとしスレをコピペで埋める事を企てるも失敗ｗ
またもや決定的な恥を白日の下に晒してしまう。
そして、いま再び、ここに…
全米が泣いた！！
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