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Primrose Hill

Loudon Wainwright III

Little Ship

1998

Living on the side 
Of Primrose Hill
Drinking cans of Tennants 
Just can't seem to get my fill
Got a beat up guitar 
And a dirty old sleeping

a use
Please don't let me just go, go
I got that 19 tatted up, didn't wanna put you on my arm
When I think about you Pops I start to play with your guitar

and I can scream whenever you do
I could write you love songs in my room
Sing for you with my guitar girl, play your tunes
I could learn your favorite,

I’m a self paid millionaire, turnt into a rock star
By the age of 12, turnt myself into a popstar
Rock by myself, Ian never need a guitar
Turn 13,

mother wants to meet
So listen and, play my song up on repeat
Fuck with a leader, be my muse girl- my Mona Lisa
I’ll rock your boat, RIP to Aliyah

'neath the cloak of shattered sound
The broken jangle of tarnished goods
Slapped out by Boy and his Guitar
All I wanted to do
Was play Guitar for you
When

about everyone that I'll rip apart
I'ma just go out and try to play my part
Fuck it I'ma go shoot a video swingin' at the park
'Cause really I don't

Johnny B. Goode

Peter Tosh

The Best of Peter Tosh: Dread Don't Die

1996

a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read and a-write so well
But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell, yell

And said, "Go, go

Tilt Billings and the Student Prince

Leo Kottke

Ice Water

1974

easy to play, what unbeatable sound

Paid twenty bucks and grabbed his guitar
Still be a steal at ten times the dough
It was amazing how a mere beginner

you do
The world keeps passing by
But I don't really mind, do you? Ayy

Baby, you're my favorite muse (favorite muse)
I stopped believing in love,

by
But I don't really mind, do you? cyy
Baby, you're my favorite muse (favorite muse)
I stopped believing in love, but you're the proof
You make me

and signed up
With a drum teacher
That came to my house

And this guy
Chris
He taught me
How to play funk beats
Bossa nova
Reggaeton
Ghost notes
With the snare

the chain
Between me and you
I guess with every heartbreak
Keep a piece to hang on to
And you know that ain't true
And you'll always be my muse
But there's

Toes [Live]

Zac Brown Band

Live from the Rock Bus Tour

2007

leaving GA
Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one
And grab my guitar and play

Four days flew by like a drunk Friday night 
As the summer drew

Johnny B. Goode

Grateful Dead

Dick's Picks, Vol. 5: Oakland Auditorium Arena

1997

a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell

Go go, go Johnny go, go; go

With wide eyed resilience
For the work to come

I played this guitar
And when my fingers got sore
I carried on
That's how much I love you
I wrote these

Fate of a Fool

J.J. Cale

5

1979

Spending my life in a cold hard bar-room
Drinking that long black whisky down
I play the guitar, for me it's a living
Well, I know, just

a kiss
And she said, play it again, play it again, play it again
And I said, play it again, play it again, play it again
I'd have gave that DJ my last dime

a kiss
And she said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
And I said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
I'd a gave that DJ my last

me a kiss
And she said, "play it again, play it again
Play it again"
And I said, "play it again, play it again
Play it again"

Yeah I'd gave that DJ my

a kiss
And she said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
And I said, "Play it again, play it again, play it again"
I'd a gave that DJ my last

When I see your eyes
My demons sing me lullabies
Dear muse of mine
Please, never cease to mesmerize

You don´t even know me 
You may never do

What

looking so cute
She fine as hell, might be my muse
She fuck with me so that's good news
She tell me "Xero, I'm the one to choose"
When we together we never

Play my solitary guitar
Recall the moments sweet and bitter
Until the emptiness is filled with dreams of you
Thoughts that drift from past to present