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#1
10-22-2008, 08:17 PM
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Not a song but..
...An old poem I wrote about a guitar.. It is odd ball, I know.
Life as a Guitar My daddy was a maple tree, my mother was a spruce you see Then one day they cut them down, Brought them to the old saw mill When I was just twinkle in their leafy green eyes Some guy sliced momma down the middle, Just the best parts for me you see The rest will go to a low end fiddle They turned daddy into mostly saw dust With a big mean metal machine named "Rust" They sliced him real thin So my back and sides did begin They pressed me and pulled me It really was kind of uncomfortable I protested "This isn't fair! stop it!" I felt kind of naked, my top wasn't there! And they painted me a dark shade of black Left the mark of my momma and my daddy So they could be real proud When I sang so sweetly, so very loud And they strung me up, with cold steel lengths I really did look as pretty as could be They put me in the hands of a rock star He made me feel like a grown up He caressed my slick body, knew my every curve Everybody else wanted to get a look at my frets But I was just his I made the rock star, and he made me And this you see, is the story Of my life as a guitar.
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#2
10-24-2008, 01:31 PM
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Well it could become a song!
Not so "odd ball," Sharon. Don't be down on your idea. It provides a different perspective which think has potential. I have a poem that has not yet evolved into a song, which includes this somewhat related verse:
He knows that if he plays her right She’ll coo and moan and scream She’s not the first; won’t be the last There’s been a steady stream But don’t go judging him ‘Cause his hand’s in the cookie jar You’d better consider first That she’s someone’s guitar I believe you can take your poem, massage it and polish it so the meter and phrasing fit the music you want to put it to and you'll have something to be proud of. You can do it. Keep the faith and good luck. Frank
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#3
10-26-2008, 12:10 PM
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not bad lyrics, go ahead a put music to it, I have freinds that wrote about a tree that said "don't cut me down". And songs about drugs and aliens. You can write what you like. Some may not like it some may love it.
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