The daub and wattle
of the battle
of musicians,
to hear
the figt
to make clear
when who and when leads,
that gel of musicana.
Just listen to those
musical fights
for the rights
of who leads next,
it's a text
of folk
given their heads.
It's the way
for me to understand,
I play and listen
for that music to glisten.
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