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Lot Long
by Gary E. Andrews - 11/10/26 11:20 AM
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I just finished penning this one and am looking for some feedback. It's a little rough but don't be afraid to let me know what you think!
Blue Guitar copyright Chris Kent 2003
V.1. When I was just a young one A boy no less then twelve My daddy took his guitar From its place upon the shelf He let me hold it in my arms Pluck each silver string Then he took it back it again And with a hush began to sing,
Chorus: He said, "This guitar is special, It's a gift from high above, For when I play a melody It's like a chorus of speaking doves. It's my blue guitar, my baby, The singer of old songs And when it plays a melody The songs go on and on"
V.2. I looked at him with saucers, The eyes that showed my youth, And everything I heard that night Was like the sigh of spoken truth He held my heart in silence Had my soul filled up with awe And when he sang those words again My tears were all I saw
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V.3. Well my daddy died in April On a calm and somber day With roses at his head and feet In a lily field he lay Well, late that night I ventured To the house he called our home And I took that blue from off the wall So I could play his favorite song
Chorus
[This message has been edited by OdyScoop (edited 03-10-2003).]
[This message has been edited by OdyScoop (edited 03-10-2003).]
[This message has been edited by OdyScoop (edited 03-10-2003).]
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Chris...This song is very moving. I copied your original lyric and put my suggstions in parentheses. Emily ![[Linked Image]](http://www.justplainfolks.org/ubb/biggrin.gif) Blue Guitar copyright Chris Kent 2003 V.1. When I was just a young one (when I was very young) A boy no less then twelve My daddy took his guitar From its place upon the shelve He let me hold it in my arms Pluck each silver string Then he took it back it again And with a hush began to sing, Chorus: He said, "This guitar is special, It's a gift from high above, For when I play a melody It's like a chorus of speaking doves. It's my blue guitar, my baby, The singer of old songs And when it plays a melody The time keeps coming on" (the songs go on and on) V.2. I looked at him with saucers ( MY eyes were like saucers) With eyes that showed my youth And everything I heard that night Was like the sigh of spoken truth He held my heart in silence Had my soul full deep in awe And when he sang those words again My tears were all I saw Chorus V.3. Well my daddy died in April On a calm and somber day With roses at his head and feet And in a lily field he lay ( Drop the word "And" ) Well, late that night I ventured To the house he called our home And I took that blue from off the wall So I could play his favorite song Good luck with this song. I love songs that are tributes to those that are special to us... Emily ![[Linked Image]](http://www.justplainfolks.org/ubb/biggrin.gif) [This message has been edited by Emily Sanders (edited 03-09-2003).]
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Hey Chris... Couple of thoughts for you... From its place upon the shelve [SHELF] He said, "This guitar is special, It's a gift from high above, For when I play a melody It's like a chorus of speaking doves Not sure the "doves" thing works here. Maybe, He said, "This guitar is special, It's a gift from the LORD He makes my fingers fly across the neck With every melody and chord just an idea.. V2 lines 1 & 2 sound awkward to me as does line 6 because it's backwards...i think MY SOUL WAS FILLED WITH AWE is more conversational of how someone would say that IMHO. Just a few thoughts for ya when tweaking! ![[Linked Image]](http://www.justplainfolks.org/ubb/smile.gif)
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Emily, Thanks a lot for your comments! I took a few of your suggestions and changed some lines around, I hope now things make even more sense. The idea for this song is not really from the memory of father (he's still alive and doesn't know how to play the guitar) but more from where my mind went after I read the Wallace Stevens poem "The Man with the Blue Guitar." It's an amazing poem and I hope this song lives up to its inspiration. Thanks again for all your advice! -Chris
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Blakeh, Thanks for your reply. I changed up line six of v.2. a little bit, I left in that broken syntax because I love how it sounds. I decided to keep with the doves though, I think it works if sung well and I'd rather not bring religion into this song. Thanks for your reply and advice, its helping me get this to where I want it! -Chris
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