New Load in Music

[Luckyy]

Name: Lucky/Tup

Suggestion: Add in new server music the one we got is aids This my suggestion but whatever yall choose

 

 

 

or

 

 

Implementation: add new one like you did before

Lore: Lore is Lore but Lore sucks so Lore, Reminds me of a great military poem 

In Memory of W. B. Yeats
by W. H. Auden

I

He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.

Far from his illness
The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests,
The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays;
By mourning tongues
The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

But for him it was his last afternoon as himself,
An afternoon of nurses and rumours;
The provinces of his body revolted,
The squares of his mind were empty,
Silence invaded the suburbs,
The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.

Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.

But in the importance and noise of to-morrow
When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the Bourse,
And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed,
And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom,
A few thousand will think of this day
As one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual.

What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.

II

You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:
The parish of rich women, physical decay,
Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still,
For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives
In the valley of its making where executives
Would never want to tamper, flows on south
From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,
Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,
A way of happening, a mouth.

III

Earth, receive an honoured guest:
William Yeats is laid to rest.
Let the Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry.

In the nightmare of the dark
All the dogs of Europe bark,
And the living nations wait,
Each sequestered in its hate;

Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.

Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;

With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;

In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.

Edited July 16, 2018 by Lucky

[Luckyy 439]

Name: Lucky/Tup

Suggestion: Add in new server music the one we got is aids This my suggestion but whatever yall choose

 

 

 

or

 

 

Implementation: add new one like you did before

Lore: Lore is Lore but Lore sucks so Lore, Reminds me of a great military poem 

In Memory of W. B. Yeats
by W. H. Auden

I

He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.

Far from his illness
The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests,
The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays;
By mourning tongues
The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

But for him it was his last afternoon as himself,
An afternoon of nurses and rumours;
The provinces of his body revolted,
The squares of his mind were empty,
Silence invaded the suburbs,
The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.

Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.

But in the importance and noise of to-morrow
When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the Bourse,
And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed,
And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom,
A few thousand will think of this day
As one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual.

What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.

II

You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:
The parish of rich women, physical decay,
Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still,
For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives
In the valley of its making where executives
Would never want to tamper, flows on south
From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,
Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,
A way of happening, a mouth.

III

Earth, receive an honoured guest:
William Yeats is laid to rest.
Let the Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry.

In the nightmare of the dark
All the dogs of Europe bark,
And the living nations wait,
Each sequestered in its hate;

Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.

Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;

With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;

In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.

Edited July 16, 2018 by Lucky

[Zyner]

-1

Shouldn't have to open up volume mixer every time I load into the server so I can hear TeamSpeak.

[Zyner 484]

-1

Shouldn't have to open up volume mixer every time I load into the server so I can hear TeamSpeak.

[Luckyy]

2 minutes ago, Zyner said:

-1

Shouldn't have to open up volume mixer every time I load into the server so I can hear TeamSpeak.

I said whatever they choose

[Luckyy 439]

2 minutes ago, Zyner said:

-1

Shouldn't have to open up volume mixer every time I load into the server so I can hear TeamSpeak.

I said whatever they choose

[Zyner]

Just now, Lucky said:

I said whatever they choose

Whole point of Server Suggestions is for Community Feedback. I'd prefer either no music or the ability to mute it on-screen.

[Zyner 484]

Just now, Lucky said:

I said whatever they choose

Whole point of Server Suggestions is for Community Feedback. I'd prefer either no music or the ability to mute it on-screen.

[MsNecro]

I dont care what music the server puts. I just want the music to be at 25% volume when I load; so its there but not going to kill my ears when I load in.

[MsNecro 8]

I dont care what music the server puts. I just want the music to be at 25% volume when I load; so its there but not going to kill my ears when I load in.

[BadDog]

-1 

[BadDog 195]

-1 

[meowthemeower]

I’m gonna say -1 you ever go into a dark rp or a random Star Wars server and you here crappy music or dubstep and all of a sudden you don’t want to join anymore that’s basically what I felt when I imagined this music on the loading screen sry

[meowthemeower 183]

I’m gonna say -1 you ever go into a dark rp or a random Star Wars server and you here crappy music or dubstep and all of a sudden you don’t want to join anymore that’s basically what I felt when I imagined this music on the loading screen sry

[Esitt]

Already a pending suggestion.

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[Esitt 884]

Already a pending suggestion.

DENIED

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