My drift took me through a playground. As my strategery explained to me I needed to go left, but as my eyes explained to me there was no left, just a right and a straight on through the playground. In the playground I found a merry-go-round, which apparently is one of those nouns that describes itself perfectly. I attempted to mic the sound of the merry-go-round, but failed quite miserably. Not only was I having a hard time getting it to keep going round, it simply didn't sound merry at all. I decided that even if it was winter, I was not about to subject anyone to the sounds of a dismayed-go-round. So I found a swingset, and listened to it swinging back and forth. As I recorded, some youth of the nation passed by reciting their usual rhetoric. I found that the sounds of their conversation very suitably juxtaposed the childlike innocence of my rusty swingset. Also there was a kickin' bass line in the background.
Listen To The Kickin' Bass Riff Here
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