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Rainstick, oh the gravity abounding thee
Guiding you to make this sound
In perfect harmony
Acoustic, oh reverberating me
Through the wooden walls

pray music
Vivid, lucid dreams
Let loose in the pure hearts with divine acoustics
We lay blueprints at the blue note
I come from a people transmuted,

and stole him too
So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck 'cause now your

strings[00:33.39]Oh yeah[00:35.47]When will you let me call you my home[00:38.78]Two minds have never been so entwined[00:42.03]Separated by the sea[00:43.78]And

seen
Just a deer in your high beams, I might've screamed but death can be a beautiful thing
Like getting cut from your cubicle strings
Or an acoustic

Song Title: VIVA SANTANA
Written and  composed by: Stash Rameios; 
Lead Guitars: Electric & Acoustic – Stash Rameios
Band:  Blu-flames  (Stash

can get
Life is beautiful wherever we are
I think it's perfect, you're my person
We prefer acoustic versions
We both like the same color of wine
All we

Get ya knocked off, pull a couple strings, acoustic
Damn right I'm a boss, fuck you mean
Street fighter, Hyuken
Straight like Ryu
A broke nigga

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

Sitting here by myself
And playing these sad acoustic love songs
Waiting for someone else to sing the words
You know
Not so long ago
I asked you

I'm sitting at home
With nothing to do
Got no where to roam
I haven't got a clue
My younger sister
Living in the same boat
She's playing with glitter

struggle to get by 
I find that happy place inside my mind 

In my six string world 
Got some buddies and a good lookin' girl 
Gotta porch with a hell

grooving
I get the place jumping off with these one of a kind
unusual acoustic rhythms, simple flows
With deep rooted meanings, and a truthful feelings

of made it far
They touch lil' bro
We pullin' strings like acoustic guitars
Hm, and I'm still untouched
Asked 2GS where he got his chains
Think he told me

Footprints

A Tribe Called Quest

People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm

1990

of life
That be shovin' out the door, that's crack
The valleys of time are always on my feet
As least the beat will combine
The calluses and corns, with

Two Less Lonely People 

It was an out with your girls shooting pool Friday night beach bar 
Singing along sweet Caroline free falling summer of 69

me to take you back to where it all began
Listening to street poets black performing with my dad
Yo introduced to MCing by my cousin Scribe
Way before

I've got no home base
The love I know has went away
It has betrayed has gone astray
From light to grey
No Strings (How can we fuck with)
No Strings (You

revolution like anarchy in the high notes
Passages of a Mystro, accurately my lines grow
With immaculacy of white rose

By the wayside, by the baseline
Cover

Hardenwurlitzer, synth pad, drums, percussion, acoustic and high string guitars, vocals
Jimmy Mattinglymandolin
Eamon McGloughlin violin solo and strings
Mike Severs

this, no strings with acoustics I juke this, know you never had a clue since
Click click Pull a trigger niggas wanna do shit 
Snip snip 
Make a nigga

I'll be home
Cuz I ain't saying nothing;

Focused fuck where they go
My acount need zeros
A lot of Oh's like her scream
When she taking my stroke
Wiping

Cindy, Cindy

Elvis Presley

Love Letters from Elvis

1971

on home to me

If I were a musician, I'd harp on just one thing
You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
If only you would love me,

on home to me

If I were a musician, I'd harp on just one thing
You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
If only you would love me,