Ira Gershwin, Shame On Him. I Mean,

Does The Moon Play Only Silver When It Strums The Galaxy?

I'm Not A Kiss-and-teller. I Never Named Names.

Once I Got The Open Tunings For Some Reason, I Began To Get The Harmonic Sophistication That I Heard That My Musical Fountain Inside Was Excited By. Once I Got Some Interesting Chords To Play With, My Writing Began To Come.

Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The Gristle.

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