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Jam


It’s when I see someone else- with a guitar in their hand

It’s when I see the bassist- in a two-person band

It’s when a single drops- ‘cause the album got canned

It’s when my friends ask me to jam

I could be more smooth

I could practice more often

Learn the scales, to no avail, someone else will always be better. 

I’m not trying to ‘beat’ you as a musician

I’m trying to see you like a friendly competition 

What inspires me are the friends I know 

We share the same interests and similar egos

Some rich, poor, young, old, practicing over and over again

There's no reason I shouldn't be as good as them.  

 
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