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Mental_sachinodu
Side Hero Username: Mental_sachinodu
Post Number: 3824 Registered: 10-2008 Posted From: 63.161.147.10
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, June 14, 2010 - 12:47 pm: |
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Rasputin:
bro, naaku kooda antha ekkedhi kaadhu blue grass, recent gaa start ayyindhi liking... country-rock rocks .. adhi vere vishayam.. ee madhya pop ante pedha nachatledhu... the world of appearances may or may not be real, or both may and may not be real - or may be indescribable; or may be real and indescribable, or unreal and indescribable; or in the end may be read and unreal and indescribable - its all Syadvada |
   
Rasputin
Moderator Username: Rasputin
Post Number: 8510 Registered: 02-2008
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, June 14, 2010 - 12:07 pm: |
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Bluegrass area lo unna kooda naaku eppudoo ekkaledu bluegrass music. Anthalo intha Kid Rock gaani country-rock songs baaga untaayi. GreatBong: The old Sachin radiated heat. The new Sachin gives light. But he still remains the sun |
   
Mental_sachinodu
Side Hero Username: Mental_sachinodu
Post Number: 3820 Registered: 10-2008 Posted From: 63.161.147.10
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, June 14, 2010 - 11:04 am: |
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Mental_sachinodu:
ee mujic hevvar vinara  the world of appearances may or may not be real, or both may and may not be real - or may be indescribable; or may be real and indescribable, or unreal and indescribable; or in the end may be read and unreal and indescribable - its all Syadvada |
   
Mental_sachinodu
Side Hero Username: Mental_sachinodu
Post Number: 3819 Registered: 10-2008 Posted From: 63.161.147.10
Rating: N/A Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, June 14, 2010 - 10:41 am: |
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Any admirers of blue grass music, this is a pleasant one. There is a time for love and laughter The days will pass like summer storms The winter wind will follow after But there is love and love is warm There is a time for us to wander When the time is young and so are we The woods are greener over yonder The path is new the world is free There is a time when leaves are fallin The woods are gray the paths are old The snow will come when geese are callin You need a fire against the cold So do your roaming in the spring time And you'll find your love in the summer sun The frost will come and bring the harvest And you can sleep when day is done http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFU10kFu90I&feature=related Blue grass by "The Dillards" is one of my fave past times these days, just drags me into a place where life seems so simple. the world of appearances may or may not be real, or both may and may not be real - or may be indescribable; or may be real and indescribable, or unreal and indescribable; or in the end may be read and unreal and indescribable - its all Syadvada |