With a headful and a heartful of the most beautiful memories, I stroll on, pretty much without a plan. I've got a few new songs to finish up and some tales that I can't remember if I've told you or not. Don't stop me if you've heard them before.
Would I have traded my soul at the crossroads to play guitar like a god?
I'm not really sure, but I'd give plenty for one that stays in tune. Of course I would have to get it in tune first.
Would I have traded Manhattan Island for some colorful beads?
Answer not clear here. Ask again later.
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