You lived on Vine Street. I lived at home. The music was all that we had of our own. No satisfaction, no dance in my car. But I had the keys to the world in my beat up guitar With my beat up
the blues while I'm knockin' out the miles. With my guitar, beat and rhythm, to the click-clack of the wheels. I'm gonna sing the blues 'cause that's the way that I feel I'm gonna ride a blue train
the blues while I'm knockin' out the miles. With my guitar, beat and rhythm, to the click-clack of the wheels. I'm gonna sing the blues 'cause that's the way that I feel I'm gonna ride a blue train
You lived on Vine Street. I lived at home. The music was all that we had of our own. No satisfaction, no dance in my car. But I had the keys to the world in my beat up guitar With my beat up
). Mister, Mister Philosophy. (Wide-screen tv while a Popsicle man slides on stilts). Don't give me what I can't keep. (Screaming easily against the beat, can't stand the heat). . We need guitar, talk
). Mister, Mister Philosophy. (Wide-screen tv while a Popsicle man slides on stilts). Don't give me what I can't keep. (Screaming easily against the beat, can't stand the heat). . We need guitar, talk
includes part of the leather conversation Guitar solo from The Torture Never Stops. The Palladium, NYC. October 30, 1980. engineer George Douglas FZ lead guitar. Steve Vai rhythm guitar. Ray
Turn the beat around. Love to hear the percussion. Turn it upside down. Love to hear the percussion. Love to hear it. . Blow horns you sure sound pretty. Your violins keep movin' to the nitty