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The muse of the wandering

Minstrel man

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The Minstrel Man



( And his hot

Boogie - Woogie

Babe )

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We got somethings we gotta get done

& like

I gotta do em with you

So I guess we got some talking to do

•

( I'll go first //

Give me a second to tune the guitar )

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Soft indian song lingers like
Smoke rising

From the hills

Like they're trying to tell us something

"

Like

EVERYTHING IS TRYING TO TELL US

SOMETHING

LIKE

WHAT REALLY IS GOING ON

::

Gentle story teller  

Talking  so purely

Whatever IS the news

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We are lost in the poison of the

Violent dawn

The violent moving

Of

Immature images

Thru

Undeveloped minds

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The nations rise alongside

The midnight sense of ugliness

Along polluted waterways

)(

And SHE was there !!!

::

( whoever she is )

•

Do you know her ?

She talks about you constantly
To everyone

::.


The song plays on

:::

My guitar seems more than simply out of tune

)(

It is I out of touch

With the moving tapestry

••

The tapestry that weaves

Each of us

Life unto life

//

The Minstrel Man

lies down beside his

Boogie - Woogie

Babe

;:

It's a simple Love Story

Like all Love Stories

::

We walk serenely

Along the polluted waterways

,

Listen to our hushed and secret conversations

::

Yeah

That is something

You could do


;;

Well

I guess I've had my say

Now it's your turn

And then comes the hot Boogie -Woogie Babe







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