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Jul 2015
Those Hendrix Gitaur riffs
The Doors vibe
Jim Morrison crooning
I'll always be a WORD Man
And Jagger screaming
Impossible Concentration

Where
Purple Purple Purple
Gitaur Gitaur Gitaur
Spliffs , heady smoke
Ghosts , Gods

Fragile
Open
Fearfully fearless

Say die for everything
Pray for everything

Effff  youuu ceeee kayyyy
Seduction
Open shirts and raised collars

Fly fly fly
Amen and angels
Sailors and rich girls


Purple Purple Purple
Gitaur Gitaur Gitaur
Splifs, heady smoke
Gypsy queens and inca gods

Oh yea yea yea!!
Shhhhhhhh....
No not ******- just memories from a past life :)!
Ka
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