The Best Musicians are Dead

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all the best musicians are dead
so wrap the cord about the neck
of your guitar, and lay 'er dower for the night

throw in that old CD
listen to the dead man's masterpiece
listen to him whisper, scream, cry

find the rythm in the drum beats
find the words, find each carelessly perfect strum
coiled up in guitar strings and tucked away where drumsticks lay

play the wonderous harmonies
devour them with ravenous delight
before music drifts to lie with its makers

all the best musicians are dead
so wrap the cord about the neck
of your guitar, and listen to some history

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