Rhythm guitar, this could be the answer
To all of life’s woes, making my life swing
I think maybe that my rhythm guitar
Could speak for me better than words that bring
Division, endless misunderstanding
For rhythm cannot be misunderstood
It is of the body, not of thinking
And so, like sport or dance, like leaves and wood
It unites through beauty, is clearly good
And can’t be opposed by religion or
Nationality. Without words, it sings
And stimulates the brain, muscles and blood
Ultimately, in times of debt, it’s far
Better to develop natural things
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