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tenure as music director
Fo the Boston Symphony Orchestra from 1923-49

(9) Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie of
Mine: Is a song by Glenn
Miller

on four strings
It's really not hard
To be a bard
On four strings

What's hard
Is being heard as a bard
Who has something nice to sing
But just can't sing

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

Burrell is
One that we always bring
Up, Jasmine Sullivan, um, Alice
Smith, I which- uh, she's
On the OKAGA, CA song on the album, too

ALICE SINGS

I'm Syd,

I was playing my guitar

And now I hear your master sing
You kneel for him to come
His body is a golden string that
Your body is hanging from
His body

Oh song of mine
Carry out my commission in secret
I know happiness loves silence, but
Find love first, and find it discreetly
Hit the road with love

ring like a wavy string
Lame the things that the zanies sing
They hazily ring like a wavy string
Lame the things that the zanies sing
They hazily ring

a gypsy child|Tin Star (L. Ortega)||Oh, you don't know me|I'm a nobody|I sing on the strip|For a few pennies||I got a busted string|And a broken guitar|I've

Well I got on in Bristol, by the old Virgina line
With a suitcase full of dreams, and a brand new spendin' dime
I had a full bouquet of music,

up with them choppers and I get even
Yeah, get even

Tell you a secret, partner
I wanna sing a song, just for you

and no one's there

Build a house then build a home
Do it daily
Build a Rome
Swing strings, the universe
Voodoo blessings say we're cursed
Nurtured by

with Stinger's song
Flat wound strings Ole Stringer would string
On all the arch top guitars
A general delivery at high noon by our local raconteur

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

Guitar in the Corner

Willie Nelson

Band of Brothers

2014

there by the wall
Standing guard and thinking
A new song might come to call
And free us from this minor key
That we both been living in
And will pick

know…
You know I've got no strings on me either
They burned away like when you heat ether
I'm Krat's new street sweeper, puppets call me the bleak reaper

old ass sing no more

You fuckin' punk pussy, you fucking faggot, sissy fuck
And by the way, a .380's a fuckin' sissy gun
If you're gonna shoot

King Creole

Elvis Presley

All Time Greatest Hits

1986

a jelly roll
He sings a song about a-pork and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish

a jelly roll
He sings a song about a-pork and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish

dope for years
I got good relationship with auntie kids
Bought they ass some video games
New clothes and shoes with good shoe strings
Auntie said, "Pap,

a jelly roll
He sings a song about a-pork and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish

Tell the world to take a seat
Time for the fingers and the strings to meet
Open the case, and let her sing
Voice of angels, only she can bring
I sat

where i sleep, now give me my key

[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

on the cold floor of his hostel -
rGoveling - punch walls with five Argos sovereigns,
Sobbing in a church that he used to sing to gospel in
Flashbacks to mad