Sing for me my stringed soul brother
Use your needle to read the etching of my mind
From within me is the music
Only waiting to be brought to the surface
Bubbling forth like some great cauldron
A massive boil of sticky sounds
Sonic stew
Sing for me my stringed soul brother
Let the people hear our tunes
Melodies of moving music
Liquid flowing water feeding the roots of emotion
Ripped from the pages of life
My only recourse
Ambience
Sing for me my stringed soul brother
For tonight we play as one
And they gather round
Catching the echoes as they stream past vibrant
We'll let it all hang out
From the ceiling to the floor
Our song
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