Lyrics:
we're strings on one guitar
So with one voice, let's sing along
And here's a song to take you home
Oooh
Take my hand and take me home
Take my love where
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
Drums, bass, and acoustic guitars recorded by Dave Cruz and Daniel San Miguel at Darkus Studio
Home recording:
Piano, synth, and strings recorded by John
to this by now
I'd handled all the bull but not the cow.
Behind her velvet sofa
I found myself back sober,
She kept an old acoustic
She never ever
the music, I make her go stupid
Pussy like strings, I be playing acoustic, (nigga)
Gang, Gang
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang ,Gang, Gang
Gang, Gang
Gang, Gang,
And they never would come down
Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar
The Terminal Tavern
By David Wilcox
Ah, what a beautiful place.
It is so lush and quiet in these walls.
It's a place where the sound really stands
bread and wine
To keep me cool inside
I had a home
Inside of me
Acoustic
Acoustic loneliness
I knew a young girl by the name of Suzie
Now she
I fell in love when i met you
I was mesmerised by your eyes
I was blind to see
That all you ever did
Was hurt me
You played with my emotions
You
strings all day he play acoustic
We go fucking crazy bro we luv trap musik
Yeah I serve that base I saw the look in his face uno it's TT It takes two
a million eyes watching from home
But they would offer no advice
Helping hand water on ice
Just watch me die with no remorse
Cause I'm entertainment
a million eyes watching from home
But they would offer no advice
Helping hand water on ice
Just watch me die with no remorse
'Cause I'm entertainment
LIGHTEN THAT LOAD
I'm your honky tonk daddy down in Tennessee
I got this Gibson cranked up with these new guitar strings
I'll play you Working Mans
gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
String his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
On my way home, talkin' on my iPhone
Mother fuckers
a beam, awfully lucent
Plucking her strings, Rebull acoustics
Shit was a dream, I need a new pick
Out with my team, put in our two cents
Clearly I'm real,
my six string axe
Turn the volume up to the max
I'm sitting at home
With nothing to do
Got no where to roam
I haven't got a clue
My younger sister
When I can beat you with a guitar that's semi-hollow bodied
I bodied it on a twelve-string acoustic
Loose stickin' out the headstock i don't do
the golden mean
By these acts of cruelty in the name of beauty to be free
[Chorus]
The acoustic funeral for love in limbo
We're dancing with tags on our
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
(Yeah)
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
(Yeah)
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in
No, no, no, no don't phunk with my heart
Yeah
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love baby? (Love, love)
In love baby (Love, love)
I
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
(Yeah)
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in
strings, I wish they was over acoustics
My flow stupid, doofus, I'm the blueprint
The twins is a pair but I'm a 2 for 1
This the moon and the sun, Frank
Rainstick, oh the gravity abounding thee
Guiding you to make this sound
In perfect harmony
Acoustic, oh reverberating me
Through the wooden walls
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