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The musician Nothing more & nothing less than a travelling instrument, with the voice of a thousand ashtrays & the past of a thousand mistakes. Living life out  a suitcase, and abused stained sheet music, a sweet movement, some say. Some said he was to cute to change; he would make it someday, but for now, just feeling those home town blues, in a city so far away. Take a walk in those shoes, one size too small. Let the soles talk in rhythms played, the beat of the drum conundrum. Done London, LA, New York & Lisbon; Still searching for something; The band missed a beat, and now he misses the the band. He’s got the crowd in the palms of his hands, but they’ll never understand; the music man.
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
The Musician
The musician Nothing more & nothing less than a travelling instrument, with the voice of a thousand ashtrays & the past of a thousand mistakes. Living life out  a suitcase, and abused stained sheet music, a sweet movement, some say. Some said he was to cute to change; he would make it someday, but for now, just feeling those home town blues, in a city so far away. Take a walk in those shoes, one size too small. Let the soles talk in rhythms played, the beat of the drum conundrum. Done London, LA, New York & Lisbon; Still searching for something; The band missed a beat, and now he misses the the band. He’s got the crowd in the palms of his hands, but they’ll never understand; the music man.
#dreams#music#travelling
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
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