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*An Official Foo-Approved guitarist since Sept 2023.
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I thought you'd have gone for that classic romantic ballad...
"Lick My Love Pump"
*An Official Foo-Approved guitarist since Sept 2023.
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*An Official Foo-Approved guitarist since Sept 2023.
Manchester based original indie band Random White:
https://www.facebook.com/RandomWhite
https://twitter.com/randomwhite1
Supportact said: [my style is] probably more an accumulation of limitations and bad habits than a 'style'.
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Look on the bright side- you can share runny mascara now.
*An Official Foo-Approved guitarist since Sept 2023.
Was it Lucy or Lisa.... I forget.
I’m so bored I might as well be listening to Pink Floyd
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But I think naming your guitar after your significant other is a very bad idea (for the same/similar reason).
BB King had the right idea.
First song I ever heard after she'd died- she was very into nature- the words sum her up
An itch too sensitive to scratch
The light that falls through the cracks
An insect too delicate to catch
I hear the endless murmur
Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze
And the sound that comes to carry me
Across the land and over the sea
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I can't look back
Fingers of love move down
Colour is its own reward
Colour is its own reward
The chiming of a perfect chord
Let's go jumping overboard
Into waves of joy and clarity
Your hands come out to rescue me
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won't be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere
There is time yet
Fall by the way
From the cradle to the grave
From a palace to the gutter
Beneath the dying waves of the sun
Lie fingers of love
Through waves of joy and clarity
A fallen angel walked on the sea
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps
And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won't be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere
There is time yet
For you to find me
And all I want
Fingers of love move down
*An Official Foo-Approved guitarist since Sept 2023.
I used to love this song. It warmed me heart to know that she cared as much for me as I did for her. Life felt complete. Two halves were finally one. Every time the song came on the radio we'd stare for what seemed like an eternity into each others eyes. Many a fond memory of coming home to a candlelit dinner, with candles in the bathroom, lit up with the lights deemed like something angel sent, with this song on the 33. Good times. We were a match made in heaven. Why we went our separate ways I'II never know. The song still brings a tear to my heart to this day
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTd7azt9-FM