David Mutti Clark

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And here's to the blues, the real blues— where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation

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You got infinite channels and limitless rhymes, but the riddles of livin' stay undefined?

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We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb. It's your mama's heartbeat inside your head