On acoustic guitar I tend to stay in the key of D for some reason. On electric guitar I keep basic: C, G, D, and A. The key of D minor is also real good for me.
quote by Tommy Shaw
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I even played bass for a while. Besides playing electric guitar, I'd also get asked to play some acoustic stuff. But, since I didn't have an acoustic guitar at the time, I used to borrow one from a friend so I could play folk joints.
quote by Mark Knopfler
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Electric Guitar
Electric guitar gets run over by a car on the highway
This is a crime against the state
This is the meaning of life.
To tune this electric guitar
An electric guitar is brought in to a court of law
The judge and the jury (twelve members of the jury)
All listening to records
This is a crime against the state
This is the verdict they reach:
Never listen to electric guitar
Electric guitar is copies, the copy sounds better
Call this the law of justice, call this freedom and liberty
I thought I perjure myself, right infront of the jury!
Is this a crime against the state? no!
This is the verdict they reach:
Someone controls electric guitar.
song performed by by Talking Heads
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I'm not good enough to be playin' much acoustic guitar onstage. Man, you gotta get so right; I mean, the tones, the feel, the sound. Plus, acoustic blues guitar is just that much harder on the fingers.
quote by Johnny Winter
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Dorsey played the upright bass and steel guitar, as well as acoustic guitar. Johnny played acoustic guitar and together they were fabulous songwriters and singers.
quote by Jimmy Griffin
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The Fastest Guitar Alive
Orbison/dees
Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy cos I know Ive got my fast guitar
Singing pretty songs, knowing I belong
I am first and last, and always a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Rattling strings like a gattling gun
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Im rolling on like a rolling stone
Gathering no moss, I play a boss guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Strumming like a battling soldiers drum
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy cos I know Ive got my fast guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar alive
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Do You Really Want To Hurt Me
I needed time to realize my crime
It was let me love & steal
I did dances inside my mind
Now how can I be real
Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?
No I don t really want to hurt you then
Lovers always asked me:
Why why why why
In my mind my memorys burning
Whats your favorite color of your favorite car?
I took a step the step was learning
That thats a step beyond a step too far
Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?
No I dont really want to hurt you
I told the truth but it was still a lie
The words are few some are unspoken
I could sleep four thousand years
Man of sorrows
Word unbroken
His sweat like blood came down like tears
Ive been talking but believe me
I know that its true
Now that theres no more
I dont know
Im in love and loves the reason
Im not prepared to let you let me go so
If its love you want
Then take all of me
Its this love I want I can finally see
Do I really want to hurt you?
Do I really want to make you cry?
Yes I suppose I want to hurt you
You told the truth but it was still a lie
Gordon gano: vocal acoustic guitar
Brian ritchie: bouzouki, acoustic bass guitar, electric guitar
Victor delorenzo: drum set, tambourine, tranceaphone, vocal
Michael beinhorn: piano, mellotron
Mixed by eric e.t. thorngren
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song performed by by Violent Femmes
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I play piano and guitar. Acoustic guitar. I tried studying classical guitar when I was 16 but it got really hard. I could never play a lead to save my life.
quote by Kip Winger
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Acoustic Guitar
Who is the guitar?
Who is the player?
One thing I am sure about
I never played with a
Missing wires
Or unadjusted
Acoustic guitar!
I do not even try!
So lady go and adjust yourself,
Your wires,
Your bolts,
Your springs,
Your hands
And check the oil if it needs
To be changed.
Everything looks
Like
A musical chaos.
But,
Sometimes
It comes to my feelings:
An acoustic guitar
Without
Wires
Is like messaging the skin
Of a drum.
So lady,
Tune into yourself
Than tune in me,
So we can
play together
A symphony
Starting from a primitive smiling ritual
To a civilized hungry angry love.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Used To Be
I used to be happy
I used to be
Such a loving man
I used to be
That was before
The end of my world
That was before
The end of my world
She used to be happy
She used to be
Such a loving woman
She used to be
That was before
The end of her world
That was before
The end of her world
We used to be happy
We used to be
Such a loving people
We used to be
That was before
The end of our world
That was before
The end of our world
Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic & electric guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar
Victor delorenzo: snare drum, tranceaphone, tambourine, cymbal
Michael beinhorn: harmonium, mellotron, string arrangement
Strings: suzie katayama, ilene novog, larry corbett, sid page
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song performed by by Violent Femmes
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There happened to be guitar classes at the college, and there was a guitar teacher there with whom I used to play. In addition, I also would go out into country schools and teach little kids basic guitar and singing a few times a week.
quote by Mark Knopfler
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Look Like That
I like his shoes I like his hat
Id like me better if I looked like that
Uh -huh uh-huh
I like her shoes I like her hat
Id like you better if you looked like that
Uh-huh uh-huh
But then my love starts burning
For what we are yearning to ignore
I like her clothes I love her dress
Id like her better if she loved me best
I like his shoes I love his pants
Id want him better if he wanted to dance
Uh-huh uh-huh
But then our love starts turning
For what we are learning to adore
Im meeting people nice people too
Im meeting people nice people like you
Were meeting people nice people too
Were meeting people nice people like you
Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocal glockenspiel, electric guitar
Victor delorenzo: brushed snare drum, tambourine, vocal
Mixed by david vartanian
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song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Im Free
Im free and Im happy
I am free from your hatred
Ive parted from the part
That I participated in
So Im free it was easy
I know nothing of your hatred
Ive known and shone the light
And the darkness abated
So Im free
Run skip jump play
My little boy is happy
Look hes smiling because
He knows no fear... hear...
My mommys calling me
And Im running thru the fields
Because Im free...
Every day in every way
Im getting better and better and better
And better and better and better, etc
Because theres no fear... here why
I cant tell you now cause
Im runnin through the woods
And I just jumped a little bit higher...
Cause Im free
And thats the way he created me to be
I have turned from your hatred
I turned on the light
And there was nothing there that waited to get me
This aint a song about that this is a song about this
Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, banjo, electric guitar, jaw harp
Victor delorenzo: brushed snare drum, tranceaphone, vocal, drum set
Michael beinhorn: piano
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song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Missy Marble Mabel
Amaranth Acoustic Guitar, hourglass heart, she craved
And wooed fawn family fusion
That, with gorgeous grace, you granted
With no tepid thought of coral red confusion
Which you never expected in the least
Until you countered craggy cordovan contusion.
Arsenic Acoustic Guitar, with no eggshell explanation, disappeared
From salmon sight and kept a loud low profile;
You found the rabid ruse peculiar
Since it featured nowhere in your friendly file
Which together you compiled in drowsy detail
So that neither of you the other could defile.
Almond Acoustic Guitar, the mustard mind with a byzantine bedside
Manner has a heart of murderous, morbid marble
That hides a sarcastic streak
She never put on the teal table
To chart the white way forward
Until asparagus arrangement she chose to disable.
poem by John Sensele
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The Guitar Man
They call me the guitar man.
Cause I can really bend those strings.
I no longer play in a band,
But I can make my guitar sing.
There ain't nothing I can't play,
I carry music in my soul.
I play better than yesterday,
I can play some solid gold.
My acoustic Alvarez,
Can either sing or cry.
I thank the Lord, that he has blessed,
My guitar and me from on high.
If you're ever down in Texas,
Come and see this guitar man.
I don't look at all like Elvis,
But I do the best I can.
Ask around and you will see.
That I am not so hard to find.
If you hear music, thats where I'll be,
So come on down, if your'e inclined.
9/5/10 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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My Guitar.
my guitar has six strings,
it gets lonely when nobody sings,
musical and magical,
my pick makes my guitar sound so magical,
and no matter were i go shes right there,
when i play my guitar people always stare,
we sound so good together,
i hope my guitar will stay with me forever,
my guitar has six strings.
but it gets lonely when no one sings,
my guitar is never out of tune,
it doesnt matter who i play it too,
wether you're happy, mad or feeling blue,
just remember my guitar will help you get thru.
1/11/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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American Music
Do you like amercan music
I like american music
Dont you like american music baby
I want you to hold me
I want your arms around me
I want you to hold me baby
Did you do too many drugs
I did too many drugs
Did you do too many drugs too baby
You were born too late
I was born too soon
But every time I look at that ugly moon
It reminds me of you
It reminds me of you ooh ooh ooh
I need a date to the prom
Would you like to come along
But nobody would go to the prom with me baby
They didnt like american music
They never heard american music
They didnt know the music was in my soul baby
You were born too soon
I was born too late
But every time I look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music
We like american music
I like american music baby
Do you like american music
We like all kinds of music
But I like american music best
Baby you were born too late
And I was born too late
But every time I look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music...
Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic guitar electric guitar solo
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, didgeridoo, electric guitar, vocal
Victor delorenzo: brushed snare drum, sleigh bells, tympani, vocal, tambourine
Michael beinhorn: hammond organ
Tom mandell: keyboards
Chorus & claps: carmaig, michael, mike, alex & band
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I suppose my little Martin acoustic guitar is quickly becoming a prize possession. It's a lovely guitar. I bought it at the Cambridge Folk Festival in 2001 before I had cleaned up.
quote by Graham Coxon
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I'm pursuing soundtrack work in the southern California area and down the line I plan to make a moody, intense acoustic album. Not all acoustic, but an acoustic - oriented guitar record that I've already written most of the material for.
quote by Ronnie Montrose
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My Sad Guitar (In Iraq)
When I play...my sad guitar,
With powered chords...of deep emotion.
I strum the strings...with such devotion,
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
In a bunker, built in the sand.
This war torn country, this desert land,
I miss playing...In a rock and roll band.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
My memories play,
Deep in my mind,
I try to find-
Our... wedding... day!
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
I think of my Harley...My hot-rod car,
Wishing I was home,
With a beer in a bar.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
poem by Philip Lore
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Just a Little Guitar Dot Com
I got this beginners electric guitar...
No! I didn't want to become a rock star..
I just loved the guitar too much...
I wasn't satisfied just by its touch...
I went to justin guitars.com
Like a kid getting lessons from his mom..
He teaches well, i dont deny it..
but i just cannot commit...
I dream of learning it all overnight...
but in reality it just gets farther away from my sight....
Great guitar gods out there....
i heard u play guitar just by moving fingers in the air...? ?
Teach me some cheap tricks...
A few guitar licks..
Teach me how to shred...
Till my fingernails are dripping blood...
Teach me how to get my god damn pinky moving...
I swear...it f**king doesnt show any scope of improving..
My friend is so obsessed with gilmour...
I cant stand him anymore...
He's been trying to bend those strings of his acoustic..
Trust me he could have done better with chicks..! ! .
This is our situation...
We need an upliftment now...
We need some musical rain..
Falling from above..
Great guitar gods out there...
I say, this is not at all fair...
U get to bend it, hammer it, pull off with perfection..
and we dont get even a tiny bit of attention...? ?
i mean we're noobies...agreed
but we are trying...
and i swear...
I am not lying..
Just what's the secret..?
I wanna know...
Learning may take time..
But i am miserably slow..
Great guitar gods out there..
Help us now alright...
Inject us with ur poison..
Shoot us with ur love gun..
Again, we are just noobies...
We dont dream for joe sat or malmstien..
We just wanna play some decent music..
So please help us before we fall sick...
All we are asking for is..
Just a little guitar dot com.
poem by Harihara Sudhahar Ramamoorthy
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