One four five blues, with or without a turnaround.
The turnaround is the five.
The fifth note in the progression, the third in rotation.
I always play with a turnaround 😉
Turn this motherfucker around.
Our country is named after a map maker, Amerigo Vespucci,
Shoulda been out there, making fuckin maps..
A job so important.
A long dead man with a holy purpose..
(holy?)
Important, how about important?
And one day,your children will be as the sands of the Sea, impossible to count.
Bloodlines and timelines.
Lemme tell ya,,
The worst night, bad dreams and cold sweats and restless legs..
Whole lotta that “please kill me” vibe.
It’s natural, natural and it gets stronger as you get older.
Progressive.
Say it a billion times
“if you gave a portal into your deepest self, I probably wouldn’t read it either”
(unless you liked them)
Rare birds.
Precious gems amongst genocide.
Fluoride pulverized.
There’s only one purpose, and that is to bleed.
So it doesn’t poison my soul.
That spirit shit we fuck around with,round these parts..
Can’t let it turn colors.
No sir.
Not no way,not no how.
You be fuckin around with some bad juju ..
No shifty.
No shade swap..
Can’t do it ..
And that’s a Wednesday!
If you look up,and you see vultures,, you’ll know
“something’s dying”
Something
(pick my Bones 🦴
Pick my brain 🧠)
Pick nothing.
Last picked.
Pick your nose, turn up your nose to turnips, lawd knows how it goes.
dawn 