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radio city)
(The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps)

Marconi plays the mamba
Listen to the radio
Don't you remember?

the cars and lights go by
I'll shine there in your eyes
Until the moon and stars collide
And when the night plays your guitar

I want to be with you
No

the well is dry 
And the devils always smiling when you pass by 

Drifting on my piece of sorry, shattered stubbornness 
One more mistake but I really

Under the blue skies
Feeling so alive
Gonna take a walk
Let the wind in my stride
With my guitar in hand
Singing my heart wide open
Every strum
Every

Some Seek Stardom

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his left eye
I check Jimmy cuttin' hair at the barbershop
He plays the bass guitar like David plays

of moments passed
Has cased my heart in glass
But it's nothing
For someone who has no one but faith in me
Put off the day you'd say you'd learn to play guitar

Hey man stop stalking me 
Hey man stop stalking me
I know that I play guitar 
And I might go really far
But hey man stop stalking me

Well sorry that I

My Muse 

Golden plated skins, sunsets in the wind, fire in the ring and jewels on your skin. Your ocean blue eyes wooing me inside like bait you

I Can't Leave You

Jack Ingram

Livin' or Dyin'

1997

tried to
So I wake up just a hating every single day
That I stay here
By my own will
'Cuz I figure darlin' 
That's what real men do
Gotta grin

It isn't the wind
What you hear by night
It's me the voice of your guitar
You're holding me into your arms

I'm speaking to you friend
I want you

dropped by just to hear me play

Woo
Yeah
Woo
Yeah

Thoughts become pictures, become movies in my mind
Welcome to the KV horror drive-in movie

I have a song to sing the voice is my instrument
My microphone is all plugged in 
So come a long and sing with me 

Barry tells a story as he plays

And now, money for somethin' by Egg Storm
I want my
I want my refund back
I want my
I want my refund back
I want my
I want my refund back
I want my
I

Ol' Opry

'Cause I ain't as cool as Waylon Jennings
And I can't write like Billy Joe
And I can't play guitar like Jerry Reed
And I can't sing like

turned on the lights

You play nice, play nice, play nice - play nice, play nice, play nice	

Not here for romance, but by chance, you walk over my way

people passed him by they would stop and say,
'Oh, my but that little country boy could play'

(Chorus)

(Guitar solo)

His mother told him, someday you

A Little Green Rosetta

Frank Zappa

Läther

1996

hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job...Joe did, and he's a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly

tunes cosigned by God, canorously 

Leaving our hearts connected, like cardioids
Cemented connection, you are my muse
I pen poems persistently for love

Dirty but by the street                                     
With all my brush and canvas                          
Sexy long play

might not know my way back home
I still have my guitar
That's good for my soul

Find myself walking by the cornfields
Beneath the Nebraska sun
Find myself

My little muse has a gentle soul
A vibrant smile that seems to break the mold
You've given me life I get it I understand 
I'll pick up your poop

wanna be confused (confused)
Badman nuh play by rules (rules)
Girl, you could be my muse
My gyal never can lose
Me only tell you things if it's true

a rock without hitting some guy with a guitar
Since you brought it up I must confess I got my own band, too" 
He said his name was Wallace Hartley, I

another tune?"
So I pick up my guitar and play for her
"Magenta Afternoon"

Baby blue balloon tangled up in a tree
Bumps and bruises a scrape on my knee
No