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at home with the mandem
Befriending
Man at risk of offending
Taught to shot by those
Who he thought was his bredrin
You see him
In the hood misunderstood

Life's moving by so fast I can't keep up
Everyday it seems like I meet new people
I saw you with your man I know he really needs you
You seem like a tricky

emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cuz now your music sucks dick
Mister Mister ass kisser to get accepted

the walls were shaking
And then I went deaf for a minute... oh yeah!
But I'm stuck at home with an acoustic guitar
Trying not to bother the neighbors cause

Mediocres yall could never amuse me
In my circle we don’t fuck with no loose lip
Smokin herbal in the stu makin music
Play you like a string, call it acoustic

crowded room
Grasping at the lace
Tie it by the string, puppeteer won't see the springs
(It's the)
Sound of the shovel digging my rightful place, my home

Doffy I string schemes, no acoustics
Try to test me, didn't fit the rubric
Stupid and moving like musical chairs
Niggas only step behind the music



Engineers:   Joshua Seth Eagan, Ken Eisennagel

Mixed by:  John Cranfield


String Arrangement:  Karl Eagan

Vocals:  Sharon Groom

Back-up Vocals:  Lucia

I'm having fun with my guitar and i need no weed
I'm not famous yet but I make real music
Anawiyak acoustic would clean your ears
Just close your

forged from their home star
Luke a steel Rickenbacker
Cole an axe with six strings
Daws a laser mic saber
Deadly trio of kings
Now this three-person army

love with these acoustics
And became aquatic
With these pockets
To colossal to be a product
Now it's progress thru these hells
Outta nowhere I hear bells

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

with his bike 

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones 
He's the hobo kid who's left his home 
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones

I stared at my heart in your hand
As you pulled at the strings to make room for you
Shove aside all that matters
Made your home inside my arteries

the wordplay a veterans born (veterans born)
Right before I tackle that verse
I never sleep until I find something that works
Loosen the bars with acoustic

piano, percussion
Don Morgan: bass guitar
Joshua Dent: cello
Terry Fritsch: drum programming
String arrangement by Gwen Holt & Mark Wray 
Sound & mixing

in her 
Basket that's a free throw

Wake up feeling like
A zombie with the ops on kino
Trynna get more sleep
My brain needs a reload
Drifting away

and Mixed by Miika Colliander
Rory Partin and Alexa James: Vocals
Miika Colliander: Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Banjo, Mandolin, Keyboards, Bass, String

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 love,

I’m the underbelly
Not seen by many
And the lies you tell me
Question their own fate
I’m holding it together
With a string and a feather
And the life

(Verse 1)
Oh, You are my 
Melody,
Divine rhythm 
I pluck 
On my strings, 
cnd maybe 
Our attraction
 Started out 
cs acoustic to turn into a 
Rousing

station that doesn't have you in rotation
I never get tired of hearing you
Not a day goes by that I don't vibe to your acoustics
Enjoying you all to myself

goin' stoops again rippin' on loops again 
Trippin' while lucid off the pitch of the ukulele string By extension I'm plugged in pardon the euphemism Big

of glory 
Makes me wish I could see you 
Playing in your high school band 
And taking grandma by the hand 
Makes me wish I could be you 

And I hope that you

for the fuck of it
I don’t trust nobody I ain’t with none of it
Go by all codes
And not just some it
I know that I’m on to some shit
I’m feeling closer