Another one of those gigs. Ventured forth with the Lookalike song - big hit, convulsive beer-spillage among the befuddled fans. But I know they liked it. Almost singing along, making up their own words since they don't yet know the originals. I managed to skewer my own bottle of the golden stuff before it attached itself to the free hand of the drummer. Did a few hand-me-down blues ditties with the old Epiphone strings taking a battering. Spent the rest of the evening trying to bend them in tune. Didn't matter. We were all on our seventh round by then and the palm-slapping became ecstatic.
So, readers, what would you like? Anybody out there need some lyrics for their band? Sometimes they come with chord structures and tunes, if you're lucky.
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