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. The muse of the wandering Minstrel man |||| The Minstrel Man ( And his hot Boogie - Woogie Babe ) :: 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 ) """"" """ " 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 "" We are lost in the poison of the Violent dawn The violent moving Of Immature images Thru Undeveloped minds """" 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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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
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. The muse of the wandering Minstrel man |||| The Minstrel Man ( And his hot Boogie - Woogie Babe ) :: 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 ) """"" """ " 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 "" We are lost in the poison of the Violent dawn The violent moving Of Immature images Thru Undeveloped minds """" 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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jeffrey-robin
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
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