A. Milan
A. is 22 years old.
He is the Acoustic Guitarist of Acoustika.
A. is also known as "Master k".
A. is located in Bucharest at Feeling Alright.
A. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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Chasseur un jour, chasseur toujours!
Yes, Papa
Minute Man
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Song Details
Minute Man is Easy Listening music in tempo Allegro. The music is revolutionary and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 7/27/2017 by A. Milan. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
81 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Reggae |
| Owner: |
Acoustika |
| First Revealed: |
8/29/2017 |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Acoustic Guitar
Violin
Special Lyrics
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you.
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting.
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream —and not make dreams your master
If you can think —and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools.
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings —nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run.
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And —which is more— you’ll be a Man, my son!