kavin.'s listening history
leaving the island
Costello fingered his bow
looking out his villa window
grey morning sky
giving way...clouds
scattered by the sun
to fishing boats painted on
far off horizons
a melody he offers
in toast of their run
of their run
his boats…
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another one from flying solo
messed about with the juno di and this happened. a cheery little number about a certain serial killers social habits, his fridge and it's contents.
come lay beside me
oh the dead can dance
my cuppeth runneth over…
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This is an acoustic guitar piece dedicated to my friend Jim 'IamMohawk"s journey in this lifetime, he has videos that are native american related on youtube, type IamMohawk and you can find his cool site, Thanx for vivisting, Peace my friends. "G"
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