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Dear visitors,
The Tigarus.com network will be changing software in May (2024). There will be some down time and there will be a change to the webpage addresses.
Rocksmith Songs Search will be unavailable of a few weeks or months while I "Patcoola" move the database to the new software.
At the moment we are running on Wordpress, the new software is an in-house project which is 57 times faster. It will also provide more freedom for development.
Thank you for understanding.
I think I'll go home and mull this over Before I cram it down my throat At long last it's crashed, its colossal mass Has broken up into bits in my moat Rip the mattress off the floor Walk the cramps off Go meander in the cold Hail to your dark skin Hiding the fact you're dead again Underneath the powerlines seeking shade Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason It's a luscious mix of words and tricks That let us bet when you know we should've fold On rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped And of the whole mess of roads we're now on Hold your glass up, hold it in Never betray the way you've always known it is One day I'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how Never got cold wearing nothing in the snow This is way beyond my remote concern Of being condescending All these squawking birds won't quit Building nothing, laying bricks Hold your glass up, hold it in Never betray the way you've always known it is One day I'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how Never got cold wearing nothing in the snow This is way beyond my remote concern Of being condescending All these squawking birds won't quit Building nothing, laying bricks
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