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my last song should be enough to cement me in the record of the willing and rows of the dead no word has ever been written like mine, she said so I look up from my feet and smile oh, you too? I say "It must be catching, I quaked my world this morning" 'news reel dispatching' she smiles again...

a soft warm woman in my arms at the end of a working day makes my man happy and she talks too tells dirty jokes that make me think while the fan blows the curtain the late day light is lucky to land upon her back then put a shadow on the crack of her oh the joy of being now hearing the...

Got this John Mayer tick today. =================== get your hand out of the chip bag get your hand out of the pickle jar I know you always go too far you always give me the look the smoky little lip make me cook I'm on fire and so I say get your hand out of the chip bag get your hand out of...

I been in the world for 70.5 years. I sucked up my share of leaded gas fumes, chlorofluorocarbon and who knows what else. But here I am still clicking. I have been to London England. Busan South Korea. Alberta Calgary. Houston Texas, New York City, San Jose CA. Birmingham AL, Pascagoula MS, Key...

There's a hoot owl in the holler cant you feel her cant you heal her there! a jaguar in the parlor licking her paws Just because there's a bitch in the ditch her wicked face spread over the place there! a head in the shed a snake from the lake is more than I will take there's a nwet in my...

she had a camera in her hand so why right i am right there right wrist on the jamb locks flowing best face ever me not her then nothing she has this rule no looking good if you are drunk so i am sunk right off the bat what a ask right why such grit

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I have a Sting bass. I love it but I think the bridge could improve the sound simply due to its mass. Is this sound thinking? I can do the switch my self, I think. Anyone ever done this? Am I reducing the value of the bass by doing this?

Country style Pickup : Single lines - all players G-A-B-C C................................................G I named my boy Mister Joy C.................................................G I named my boy Mister Joy F Every where he goes C He buys fancy clothes...

who was there when inspiration fed the scribe it dripped off virgin leaves like sweet sweat were you there when fresh ale was handed to the scribe to stay the A list that was lain upon his raging restless brain his skull aboil with snakes and fish encoil a cycle pushed by force unknown to some...

I can't stand myself. Well, I can stand. I mean, I'm not awash. Or it's more a head crunch, like a pressure from a million civilians wailing, hating, horrible horde throats like gullible goats on floundering boats while handsome girls boast about their hopes and mothers fret on smooth dark notes...

again. here come the loved ones drippy, sleepy and hungry I lay their weary souls on my hearth I give them my all sleep little ones.... turn down the rock no one need have their world rocked tonight dim the glow of phantom soul -- enough of the awesome away the epic crawl into the hole of...

no need for sound it is all in my head instead two plus two over again thanks for that the pulse the force of course the push rare friendly touch carries us on to the next thing cool blue skyes in your eyes i see a warm honest knowing you see it in me we clutch. feel the warmth enjoy us lay...

Everybody has gone crazy man I saw it on the news Some old lady crashed a party too much I woke up - to a horrible news I looked - and I could not find my shoes So I lud back in my bed and realized I had the - bus ride blues So i hopped down to the bus stop and got on board the bus made my way...

What bugs you about this? live drums with 2 mics. Ac guitars mono Bass DI Vox with a guitar - some weird artifacts in there that I like Keys are abbey road - rolled Song needs a middle 8. May 24 - 2024 So I tried and here my friend is a new, fresh remix. Production critique needed - come on...

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So here is a tune, born of this air - as in now - A recording in my room, stereo of course A blues and improve So, why you say? I say why too :)

So yea, a guy thinks he can get up again. He ponders. hes got the cred, and the looks but how... At 70 fucking years old! right, need some oxygen and a cart But, what if he had a helper?

You can cook I can play Were lovely We're a hit And noone knows our name we are so fine so sweet like a tweet dweet tweet oh we all want to hook our thigh way up, way up high - in the ski rough like a tought cowbow with all his jewerly on a doggy smells him noone cares - noone swears a buck...

Is welcome by all who encounter my countenance my chiseled jaw is no match for the maw of the whale even if it eats all the sins of the world I sit akimbo and puff the pipe my profile is the rile of all the chin workers those sorry folks who eat the pork and doughs my neck is erect like that...