A simple song about raging against the current. Quite a bit of stratocaster soloing over a minor I-V7-IV vamp. Baby Yoda is caged while John Cena looks on. Such is the way of life.
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A Poem For My Son My Love is a faint, fair thing Cast out like the stars Scattering across the sky It twinkles when I remember How I...
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