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Meter or metre is a concept related to an underlying division of time characteristic of western music. The concept provides that the pattern, is usually 2, 3, or 4 beats long, (duple, triple, quadruple), and each beat may be normally divided into 2 or 3 basic subdivisions (simple, compound). Another view is that meter is the measurement of a musical line into measures of stressed and unstressed "beats", indicated in Western music notation by a symbol called a time signature. Yet another view is that "meter" describes the whole concept of measuring rhythmic units, but it can also be used as a specific descriptor for a measurement of an individual piece as represented by the time signature—for example, "This piece is in 4/4 meter(help·info)" is equivalent to "This piece is in 4/4 time" or "This piece has a 4/4 time signature" – all of which are formally called simple quadruple meter, four beats, each normally divided by 2. Wikipedia |
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Sort of wonder why No one said a word Don't you like it on the sly? Don't you like it till it hurts? Have I been on your mind? What's a voice without a song? Something in your head You've been fighting all the long... | | I don't want to say it, The news is not so good We'll never get away, And even if we could We'd just play the tambourine Around an open flame Oversleep and burn To be back in the game | 'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon | | Raw sugar I don't want to die living in a high rise grave My baby come home (same black day, high rise grave) | Raw sugar I don't want to die living in a high rise grave My baby come home (same black day, high rise grave) | | No I'm not complaining, Yes it could be worse Ferment on the wish bone, Match the lips to the purse Neighborhood's a runway, Fry the ass and thighs Dirty diamond dealers, pushed behind the ire's And summer never comes, Nowhere near high noon And winter never comes, Nor the harvest moon | Raw sugar I don't want to die living in a high rise grave My baby come home (same black day, high rise grave) | | Raw sugar I don't want to die living in a high rise grave My baby come home (same black day, high rise grave) | Still I wear the red dress, Paint my toes and twirl Take it back to old times, Back when I was still a girl 'Cause now I'm all baboon boys, Cootchie Cootchie Coo Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you | | 'Cause summer never comes (same black day) Winter never comes (high rise grave) |
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combat baby(8) >:D
i have Live It Out, Grow Up And Blow Away and OWU,WAYN, i can say that i love them.
metric is love
metric fu%K ya my nexopia is tw3nty8gram mess me
metric=kick as*
i love metric