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from "highways,paths and trails"
as taken from "highways,paths and trails"
by stoney rohde
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it's not the notes that I play
or the words that I write
the time of day
or if I stayed up all night
it's not the chords that drone
or the song's tone
it's not the sweet beat
or the feeling of defeat
it isn't that it makes you happy
it isn't that it makes you sad
it is not even the feeling that you've been had
it isn't the time of the year
or when you hear it
you want cheer
it isn't the tap of the toe
or tounge that hums
nor is it playing air guitar
and not blistering your thumb
it's not the cd's,mp3's or itunes
it's not rock,rap or rythum and blues
it's not how I sing
or carry that note
it's not if you sent a text massage
and I got your vote
it's not that I played in every bar
or honored all the stars
it is not all the smoke I chocked
or that stuff you wanted me to toke
it's not all those night with lost days
or days with lost nights
it's the flash in the pan
that made you look to see who I am
it's the sparkle it's the shine
how I look from behind
it's the clothes I wear
and if you see my underwear
it's how my cell rings
and how I dangle my bling
it's the coat that I tote
and if I start my car with a remote
now that you know my blight
and want to join the fight
sign up with me now
and we get through this
so how.............
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stoney rohde
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