Lyrics:
Cold bitter day, the street deserted the music store the only shop open, I stand outside my hands jammed into my empty pockets. A bunch of guitars
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
this song
I can sing it by piano
That's what I say...
Baby, you keep talking to me
On how I messed up for both of us
Like, three months ago? C'mon now!
There ain't no closin' time
And no rules to go by
Hey, hey now
Don't you wanna come down
Bring your guitar
Here we play music with our own sound
we could help you at least"
"Make you into a big star
By playing your guitar"
But the joke was on me
They left me flat to see
Going back West
on
Hell yeah Sounds good Sing that song
Guitar man playing all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy
She's
on
Hell yeah Sounds good Sing that song
Guitar man playing all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy
She's
1998
Gretsch White Falcon 1975
Gibson Thunderbird bass
Gretsch Guitars Endorsement by GINO GUITARS Milano
from his top to his shoes
sang the rules, guitar strings he played smokin' his ?
? hat, picture this yo, seventies cat
He wrote his music in the back
wop)
Applied for music school
Passed the test (The wop)
But it is way back
I proposed my dad (The wop)
Find me Anybody who could teach an instrument (The
(I have called you by name)
(Guitar rattle)
When I think about driving with you on the backroads
On a nice purdy day
When I think bout driving
pianos, guitar basses
Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe and Prince legitimate reasons
To why they thumpin', hi I'm the most endangered species
By all means,
holla
She said, "go and see the world for myself, and my brother should follow
Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes
Sang the blues, guitar
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
And he charges
Until the walls fall down again
When I hear a child laughing
Is it the gods
Playing music they have made
The ashes and the golden
Left by
Early Monday morning, in a black case by the door
I'd see that old guitar, right next to his bag of clothes
He'd be packed up for the week, playing
vehicles going by
lnstrumental Piano
What a handsome twosome
out there on the range
looking for some action
looking for some change
Ghostface glaring
from
on the dad playing Springsteen on guitar
Not the movie I'd hoped for, but cheap seats in Long Grove tonight
Messy room, take half a nap, maybe a workout
Then
Woo!
Music up please!
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in the U.S.A
Woo!
Music up please!
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in
Funky Kingston, oh yeah
Lemme hear your funky guitar
Yo reggae
Hear the piano, stick it to me
Watch me now, you watch me now
Playing from east to west,
(C) 1982 Pulse Music Ltd
All songs written by David Hinds
Except "Your House" written by Phonso Martin
All songs published by Pulse Music Ltd
Easterling
Songwriters: Wyatt Easterling, Jonathan Richardson, and Logan Aggele
Considerable Music, ASCAP, JRLawMusic, BMI
Classical guitar: Wyatt
as they stay the same
Produced by David Rosenthal
Words and Music - Jane
Lead vocal- Jane
Backing vocals - Jane/David Rosenthal
Programming - David
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