Fatal music. Pratchett T.

Hello... uh... ank-morpork! This is the music in which the voice of the rock sounds, heed now, not then it will be too late! She will pull your soul, shake out like a rug, and hang it on the fence! She will drive the whole invisible university crazy, forcing wizards to sew leather robes for herself and repaint the walls of the bedrooms in black! She will give rise to a guitar epidemic in the ANC-Morpop and arrange the most free festival in the bastard, which has ever seen a flat world! For reference: this is not all problems. The death meanwhile again went to the people...