Toreador March | International Piano Roll

Toreador Song (March)
International Word Roll #6042
From "Carmen"- G. Bizet
Pianist uncredited

Thanks for watching :)

[possiblyabear]

I love how half the comments are "Wow that's a really neat piano 😊" and the other half is "Good heavens, did that happen to be the mighty munch of the year of our lord 1887?"

[jynx]

My good friend William used to play this.

[dok]

Oh heavens! Was that the mighty fierce munch of ’83? 🧐sir Fredworthington IV of the 19th century performing his hit classical tune, toreador march. Played only when all the candles go out.

[cjdaboiii]

My orchestra teacher in my sophmore year of highschool used to play this at the start of every class, and the entire class would just sit there listening and apprieciating his talent in music. One day, he just dissapeared, and never came back.

I miss you, Mr. Afton

[matheusrenaldolipenaliapun]

I used to have a friend called Freddy that was really into classical music, this was his favourite song, oh the good times I had with him, really brings back memories.

[Freyafanboy]

It's amazing that pianos like this used to exist. I mainly remeber them from dusty saloons from cowboy movies. WOnder why no one used them today, they are a good form of entertainment.

[isaiahscobel]

Oh dear, this brings tears to my eyes. A good fellow acquainted with me named Mr. Afton used to quite enjoy this song. By golly what ever happened to poor Mr. Afton? He would put this song everywhere in his exceptional work. Shame what happened, definitely will miss the glories of the carnivorous crunches of both 1883 and 1887. Or the bites of ‘83 and ‘87. A sight to behold, they were both feasts of the ages with Mr. Afton behind him. Tis a great shame, for he was a master of the feast and the preparation of the food of it. I’m sure going to miss my super with him. I hope you do well in the afterlife Mr. Afton, I truly hope so.

[Masked_boy]

1:25 oh great heavens it is Fredrick fazbear and he has come to slay thy!

(Btw thanks for reminding me I had a typo)

[jetblack]

the way he flips the switches in time to the music makes it look like a rhythm game integrated in a piano

[Ghostlyby]

As many have guessed, this is indeed the
musical interlude that plays when your lanterns
are extinguished in the first entry in the iconic
fear-inducing stageplay series, Five Sequential
Evenings at Sir Frederick Fitzgerald
Fazbearington's Abode. Keep Thy Lantern Lit.

[joesephjoestar]

Oh good heavens! Was that the ferocious, vehement snap of the '83? It appears that the Duke Fredingeworth Fazeinbare II, the famous performer of the Concert grand has been summoned in the midst of the hallway as the oil of my lamps have dissipated.

[DilanCommunications]

1:24 Grr!! That damn bear is messing with the power again!!!

[lawabidingjoe]

I played this at my dear friend Fredricks’ wedding back in ‘87. Ah the times!

[gabrielmagitingdungan]

This is what the players would hear if freddy just stuffed a piano in him

[-cookiez-]

It actually took me a while to realise he wasn't actually pressing any of the keys 💀

[colonorum]

Goodness gracious, was that the quite popular nibble of 1987? My word, what a tragedy! I am awestruck!

[yayothejowen]

I like your tiny joysticks, piano man...

[mauriceponder]

Scott only used half this song, you dont need to blame him for copyright.

[spogn]

Dear joves! Was that the rather unpleasant bite of 1887?!
Lord Frederick Fazbearington III playing his classical melody whilst the flame runs out!! how delightful! Jolly good show!!

[rozanfaust]

Beautiful repertoire! One hellaluva of a piece, i remember an old friend of mine named Freddyric Chopin Fiazbar that plays this whenever he comes to my house to play on our wooden piano. Kind of weird that he would always play this whenever the candles out. Oh, those memories, freddy has seen better days, wish i can turn back time to 1987 :) Nice to listen to this, feels like im back at that birthday party 🥳 But all is better now. He helps out people on a brand new restaurant and has found new friends at work living the life of a decent person. I still think of his playing sometimes.