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Billy Lakeside

guitar in your arms taken to heart troubadour tempest of free form poetics playing your part talk in your sleep dreams come untrue mastering mystery-charm for the masses acting on cue mistrust in your eyes callers on hold awaiting without a clue at the reason centuries old guitar in your arms turn and depart maverick songs in the voice of a martyr playing your part

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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