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I was like a waterfall that night,
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The Gibson explorer is an amazing guitar,
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Sweat and melody combine
To reveal a place -
Let me serenade you - leaping,
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by Little-Buster 0 lines, 4 comments, on Mar 31 12:47 AM. In Contest, Vintage, Background, Music, Guitar
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he had a stash, he had the doe, he had to dash but we knew he wern't going to go,
we were gonna leave - we 'on a roll', he filled us in on a submarine with seeds -
by Rose-Quartz 32 lines, 2 comments, on Dec 2 8:01 AM 2008. In Jimi Hendrix, Guitar, Music, Purple Buttercups, Thoughts, Other
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This poem is based on a real memory. I was lucky enough to see Jimi Hendrix play at the Isle of Wight Festival in August 1970, it was virtuby Rose-Quartz 31 lines, on Dec 2 7:04 AM 2008. In Jimi Hendrix, Guitar, Music, Purple Buttercups, Thoughts, Other
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She plays her violin leaning against a post...
Guess that's the past time she likes the most.by Climax 34 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 20 3:14 PM 2008. In Music, Friendship, Society, Inspirational, Friends, Violin, Guitar, Instruments -
My fingers placed against the fret board
While my other hand strums the chord -
Raised on jazz and blues muddy waters inspirations
performing in Greenwich Village composing artist of fates directions -
Music Talks to the soul That's why we love it
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Her fingers on the guitar pick out a song
Her voice lifting the notes into recognition -
broken notes,broken words
dusty guitarby XxrockxXxgirlxX 33 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 14 9:21 AM 2007. In Guitar, Death, Life, Fame, Kurt Cobain, Live fast Die Young -
as i go on / i cant change the way / i can ever look / stop looking at me / I'm always screwed / my heart and mind / there took / i not shure / what i can do / nothings left for me to do /
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The darkest of strums, / of your guitar of woe. / Makes me move almost intagibly. / Your keys and your notes, / are violent and mixed with the temper / of malnutrition. / You sing, yet you sigh / an almostby drunk in traditions 18 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 24 6:25 PM 2007. In guitar
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I play my lifes ongoing song - / The tune that rages in my heart / Of power chords and vicious strums, / A slow and lonely echoed start. / / And like my moods of up and down, / My fingers slip along the fret.
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"Would you rather lose your arms or your legs?"
"Oh, legs, definitely. Although, I do have very nice legs. So I expect that whoever took t -
Story bout my great Grand Daddyby BlackNirvana 25 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 29 4:13 PM 2006. In grandparents, music, dreams, guitar, life
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