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LANCASTER STREET Midnight in Cowtown. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street Sunshine brings tacos. Sunshine brings beans. Sunshine…
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SOMETHING ABOUT THE NIGHT TIME - no Capo or Capo @ 4 (Am)Something about the (Bm)night time makes me feel alive Makes me want to sing a song. Think about my life (C)Maybe light a (D)candle. I like lemon grass (Am)Something about the (Bm…
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COLORS - A song for Donna... Roses are red. Violets are blue I could name a bunch of flowers and colors too Roses are red. Tulips are too But I could never name all the colors that look good on you CHORUS There was a time my world…
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GONE - My sequester song... Chain wrapped around the dog park gate Weeds growing on the school yard lawn Where has everybody gone The chairs are stacked And the stage is dusty And my strings are getting rusty... (C) Royal T Music
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BEAVERS AND WILLOWS Capo @ 5 in C FCG FC FCFG F C G F C Like beavers and willows Bats and mosquitos F) Toad C) frogs and F) flies (G DA DA - E Am G C Algae and oil spills Shovels and coal hills Black holes…
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THE TIDE POOLS OF CALIFORNIA capo @ 5 in C. 4/6 time…
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Capo @2 in C F C F C G I said, "Okay, okay. I'll wear 'em one more time and I'll throw them C away." F…
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JUNK This week's prompt is "DIRTY LAUNDRY" Key C I got a call from Russell He had to move his Junk He'd filled his car He'd filled his trunk Big black bags of Something I said, "What's with these?" He said…
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SLEEPY HEAD Little Sleepy Head Why do you fight so hard Close your tired eyes now...
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It's about Fog... The fog that crept into the window at the Fort Ord stockade back in 1965, when I would skip breakfast and sit by the barred window in the barber chair and smell the ocean air.
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