Tag: beginnings.
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An experiment, begun with Larkin.
Blues Shouter. There ain’t no music East side of this city That’s mellow like mine is, That’s mellow like mine. Wooden guitar, light cavern Where the strings pound: Hideout, haven, Romping walk of sound. Innocent beat No one can imprison, No one can rob or cheat, Bully or argue down. Honour the shaking Chamber under…