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I wrote these when I came up with a cool lick on my guitar but my pen wouldn't let the ink flow and poof there it went.

These ideas
They won't flow
Like ink
Stuck in a pen

Well I follow the trail
From E to e
And where it leads me
I cannot fail

Life's a drag when you can't raise
The white flag
Becuase your ideas blotted out
All at once

But not so
Because ideas
Are like lightning
In a flash they're here
And then they're out that ear

Just out of reach
Floating out to sea
While you watch from the beach