relevant in light of the leak. Elsewhere, Sean deploys some clever wordplay. "I'm goin' 3P wave. I ain't droppin' no dime, you boys cheap skates," he raps. "And I'm stickin' to the chords, no PGA. H*es plottin' on me, that's so cliché." ...
of asking what Rick Wakeman meant by that solo or this chords or same of Steve Howies phrasing, guitar timbre or choice of pedals, etc. I see Jons lyrics as just beautiful sound combinations he makes with his mouth that can tickle my ears, heart and mind same as any good instrumentalist...
This lush track begins with a hushed intro before moving into its heavy percussion and sitar-embellished production. By the 1:30 mark, the listener has crashed into the soaring chorus, as the melodramatic lyrics (“Your hand on my hand / The thought of arriving / Kind of feels like dying...
wearing enormous sunglasses. Howe, clad in a sort of sleeveless jumpsuit, looks like he should be painting houses or something. But it's a joy to watch him bang out ska-styled chords on his Fender Strat — he looks positively elated to be hammering out...
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, and then I smoke two more Instrumental: Bm G A (4x) (Continue with the same chords) Verse: Oh, my daddy he once told me, "Son, you be hard working man" My mama she once told me, "Son, you do the best you can" ...
Crap Lyrics Of The 1980s (Part Two) Posted on16/05/2017 I thought I had unearthed all of the decade’s stinkers in movingtheriver.com’s extensivefirst round-up. But it turns out that we were just scratching the surface. And I feel pretty confident that there will be many more to ...