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On other blog, some Iraqi luth and guitar improvisations.

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Anonymous said…
not for me thanks
2:46 AM
Anonymous said…
for me yes thanks
2:56 AM
Anonymous said…
Do you think they play the Iraqi luth in Paradise ?

If not, I don't care to go.
10:38 AM
Anonymous said…
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds
9:36 PM
Anonymous said…
Laylo is a transvestite and has a very clandestine gay thing going with the Al-CIAda boss Al-Mohajer.

That's the true blue reason behind his apparent "aloofness" towards everyone else.
11:34 PM
Anonymous said…
HEY, HEY,LAYLA this is KARLMARXWASRIGHT--WE ARE LISTENING TO THIS MUSIC, MY NEIGHBOR AND I. SUPER! And, guess what? Her former partner was a string playing musician!!! A JOY!!
1:22 AM
Anonymous said…
Mosul the cradle of the Oud!!
I enjoy the history lesson Ms Layla
My mind wonders about all the exoticism the world loses. Our psychopath elites want to take everything worthwhile away from their envisioned slave society.
6:23 AM
Anonymous said…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOtbRoe3t1Q
11:20 PM
Anonymous said…
a song of Van Gogh

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkvLq0TYiwI
7:27 PM
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