Lyrics:
measure figure that sounds like zip zip zip zip! (i.e. hand slides up the fretboard very quickly 4x): Band immediately plays a four bar waltz stomp. 6)
super curly strings Yeah the fretboard will be so clean I play my sweet little violin Here is my old and broken bow I know that I'll fix it somehow It's
veins The sweat, the tears, the heartache Blood on the fretboard The muscle, the anger, the love In every chord In this bar tonight we unite We sing
of seeing them turning into Things I wish I didn't write This fretboard's left its share of splinters Tired of seeing arseholes get Exactly what they want
Laminated back and sides, mahogany or rosewood, ebony fretboard, a mystical looking inlay Of the logo on the headstock, Alvarez She got lucky, it turned out
shoulder your Les Paul and finger the fretboard I make my vows to those who've come before I turn up the volume, let the spirits be my guide Meet you,
she'd get me I should have known Now her hands are on the fretboard in an unfamiliar way And it's tellin' me She's aware it's all been done before
battering the fretboard until the Twelfth of Never That song played its sorrows on my day on repeat Directly on my chest for what felt like forever I want out
a cute angle Now I'm tappin' in the fretboard with the two fingers, yeah 4 Leaf clover with the good luck Kareem-abdul with the hookup Ol’ youngin’
imagery about a dream you had that’s all gone now You taught me everything about the silence, bloody fretboards, and how to shout We spent a night in
day A school of fish went flying by We thought it was a sign Tonight I feel the strings on this guitar Tonight I see the notes on this fretboard over
crack the fretboard Like the fury of Dorian Grey Dorian Grey (hey hey hey) The snow keeps piling up behind my stupid window frame Each flake a poke
graceful on the fretboard The passion that will linger linger As the strings begin to miss her The movement of your shoulders It draws me ever closer
got your young string slingers burnin' up and down the fretboard all day You got your metal on the darkside warnin' of the judgement day. But there's
A fretboard masterpiece, a perfect chord progression if you please Let me share with you my vision, share my heartfelt harmony If brings a little pleasure, deep
did I know It helped me walk that road alone All alone As the years go We all need somethin' To call our own Tears on my fretboard Blood on my strings
I'm shining up my shoes My fingers on a fretboard And singing the blues Nothing left to take away And nothing to lose I don't have a problem with
everything I do is a distraction Left to rot and die at the hands of time Everyone adding to the pile Clipped nails On old fretboards Rusty, plastic dread
two On the low strings with the right hand And then with the left hand I had the fingers slide up the neck and then Descend down the fretboard in
And you want to dance your fingers over fretboard and soundhole It's simply a box of wood with shapely curving grace Softwood over hard all internally
raining on a sunny day you're bored pay no mind to madness just be reassured Just major minor details we'll be on our way Fingers on the fretboard and take
travelled to feel free That dust and diesel got the best of me Blood on the fretboard while I roam Lookin' for a place to call my home When I hear that
of coffee Always hit me On the porch A little more Your silent eyes Looking right at me Strike a chord On my fretboard Hate doing things my way I need
I always loved your attitude With you I'm never bored We just keep learning more Like getting to explore your mind as your hand explore the fretboard
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