I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.
I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do remember
that it had a heart of crome and a voice like a horny angel.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do remember
that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords and the precise angel
from which to strike.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was
soon dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was chuckberry-red.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully,
and i was able to play notes that i had never even heard before.
So I took my guitar and I shashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity-cheerleader
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it agianst a 1981-Harley Davidson.
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat.
I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
slowly i opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bed
I raised my guitar high above my head and just as I was
about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
my father woke up screaming:"stop...wait a minute..stop it,boy"
"what do you think you're doing? Thats no way to treat an
expensive musical instrument"
And I said "god damn it,daddy,you know i love you"
"BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL"