P. Duffy
    
    
    
        
            
            P. is 126 years old.
            
            He is the Piano Player of Duffy & the Bratlings.
            P. is also known as "The Real Phil Duffy".
            P. is located in Johannesburg at Johannesburg Airspace.
        
        P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
        
        
	
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Music for musicians
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        Song Details
        
            Music for musicians is Music for Musicians music in tempo Moderato. The music is perfect and the lyrics are perfect. The song was written 1/17/2008 by P. Duffy. The originality is perfect.
        
        
        
            
                | Fame: | 
                49 | 
            
            
                | Popularity: | 
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                | Stage Potential: | 
                20 | 
            
            
                | Genre: | 
                Rock | 
            
            
                | Owner: | 
                Phil Duffy's Bluesbreakers | 
            
            
                | First Revealed: | 
                1/17/2008 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. | 
            
            
        
     
    
    
        Dominant Instruments
        
            
                    Lead Vocals
                
                    Piano
                
                    Electric Guitar
                
                    Backup Vocals
                
        
     
    Special Lyrics
    
    São Paulo, land of drizzle and crap roads,
Covered in smog and eating the land.
Where lives come and go never leaving the town,
seeking the wealth that footballers gain.
And all the kids on the street go
Footy, footy, footy, footy.
Where is the Imigrantes Highway in it's glory?
The people build towers to the sky,
But let the highways fall to pieces.
Ever seeking to go up but not caring to go out.
And all the kids on the bus go
Bumpy, bumpy, bumpy, bumpy.
You will come and go, never knowing what you missed.
Stuck in your hovel in the hills.
Your roads crumbling to dust and ruin,
You'll spend your days in your hell.
And all the high officials get
richer, richer, richer, richer.
    
    
        
    
 
	
    Covers
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