For acoustic guitarists.
Heavy!
Joe Brownâs son (Pete) lives in our village. He runs Uke and Banjolele classes. He also runs a Uke Orchestra for his classes of which 2 members are villagers.
My ears donât hear in colour, but anyone else find an implicit irony in this?
Ace! Only listened to track one so far, butâll be back for more shades of Allmans, Deadheads etc.
This song is written for the unfaithful women
Trust and you will be trusted,
Says the liar to the fool
Lust and so what if youâre busted?
In love and war there ainât no rules
Do you believe in forever?
I donât even believe in tomorrow
The only thing that lasts forever
Are memories and sorrow
Out of sight out of mind
The motto of betrayal
The prophets preach to forgive and forget
Iâm sorry but I am unable
You went to Lâamour saturday night
Red nails and lipstick,
Dressed two sizes too tight
His tongue down your throat his hand up your skirt
Yeah Iâm a man, but it still hurts
Slut, whore, cunt
I know youâre fucking someone else
(He knows youâre fucking someone else)
You had cock on your mind and cum on your breath
Inserted that diaphragm before you left
Practicing freelance gynecology
Where thereâs a womb thereâs a way
With you itâs for free
Slut, whore, cunt
I know youâre fucking someone else
(He knows youâre fucking someone else)
Done it before, so many times
Refused to learn your lesson
Gave till it hurt, thought it was right
Only fools make mistakes twice
So you sit home drinking alone
Empty bottle in your hand
Donât even try to sort out the lies
Itâs worse to try to understand
You make me hate myself!
I know youâre fucking someone else
(He knows youâre fucking someone else)ï»ż
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Some issues there.