Lyrics:
it fast
I can play the blues, I can play some jazz
(Let's get it on, let's get it on, guitar man, guitar man)
I play for the rich, I play for
With a German accent
She sings American blues
With a guitar 'cross her shoulder
And some worn out wooden shoes
She plays for pennies
Thrown into
it fast
I can play the blues, I can play some jazz
(Let's get it on, let's get it on, guitar man, guitar man)
I play for the rich, I play for
grounding
Funk de jazz
I know you love this guitar because I love this guitar
Someone's talking shit man
Funk de Jazz
Your girl is acting like a bitch, man
sound so smooth like this. Saxophone or a mellow guitar you feel good no matter where you are
Smooth jazz is bumpin, hocked up to where the smooth
that I'll never miss any sound so smooth like this. Saxophone or a mellow guitar you feel good no matter where you are
Smooth jazz is bumpin, hocked up
I'ma spit that Mike Skinner
Ghost Poet
Mos Def
Cool Jay
Rakim
Stretch the scheme like Dhalsim
Jazz swing
Intensify like DMX
Mad ting!
Tupac
Activism
Jam night in an Italian bistro, a jazz cat known for his vamp
He took one look at my Stratocaster, made me plug into his amp
He throttled my volume
Frustratingly cool guitar
But setting all my salt aside, for you
I wish that I could play guitar
Ladadadadada, I get it, I get it, I get it, it ain't enough
Jazz
All over Kinshasa the stars are shining
A Saturday night in mid July
I'm riding in a mini taxi
To go and see Foseka
He's playing with the OK Jazz
the guitar every day and sometimes into the night
'Til his papa's hair began to turn white
His pa said "Son, listen here, I know"
"You can stay but, uh,
on amphetamines
I say
I say
Well, my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
toi du eukulélé de forêt
Je fais de la guitare de plage
Et pisse dans les violons du jazz
Je fais de la guitare de plage
Et toi du ukulélé de forêt
Got the jazz for the masses
Never academic but we still dropping classics
Rapping erratic till I drop in the casket
On another wavelength but I hear
the curtains down for me, for me
I've got the old man's car
I've got a jazz guitar
I've got a tab at Zanzibar
Tonight that's where I'll be, I'll be
a childhood I turned out a punk
Better learn how to play guitar with a plink and a plunk
I didn't like jazz I didn't like funk
I turned out a punk
I
now listen to the guitar playin'
Listen to the guitar playin'
One, two, three
Yo, now if you're hip to me then I guess you heard bass
But I got
Soul, R&B, Opera, Jazz, House, Hip-Hop, R&B, Jazz, Got that good shit
Soul, R&B, Opera, Jazz, House, Hip-Hop, R&B, Jazz, Got that good shit
From
on amphetamines
I say
I say
Well, my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
and rollin' soon.
Impressin' the girls, pickin' hot licks, and all that jazz
I-I bought me a guitar a year ago
Learned how to play in a day or so
And all
and rollin' soon.
Impressin' the girls, pickin' hot licks, and all that jazz
I-I bought me a guitar a year ago
Learned how to play in a day or so
And all
the gray away
In the rhythm of life, Django found the beat
His gypsy jazz melodies, they're bittersweet
In every guitar strum, in every bassline
We feel
Song Title: VIVA SANTANA
Written and composed by: Stash Rameios;
Lead Guitars: Electric & Acoustic – Stash Rameios
Band: Blu-flames (Stash
baby if you do it now I'm yours
Guitar, singing, jazz, and the sea
The warm light, wind blowing, feels like a dream
Guitar, the singing,
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