Metaphorically Making Love to A Guitar
Sep 16, 2008 | making candles at home
Me and my buddy Brad playing an original song of mine. He added in some of his own flair to it.
I was sittin at a bar just yesterday,
When a fine young blonde came up to me,
Said, what’s your name? You’re kinda cute,
Mind if I have a seat next to you?
I said, My names Kyle what would yours be,
Sit a while and have a drink with me,
She said alright Kyle, tell me bout yourself,
So I took a sip of beer and I said well,
I’ll be honest I work a job I hate,
Work long hours and I’m not well paid,
I live in a rundown apartment in the south end,
I love getting drunk and getting high with my friends,
My last couple girlfriends hated the way I live life,
So it seemed like every day was a constant fight,
And yeah, that sent her away,
But I don’t mind, that’s okay,
Cuz I’ll just go home tonight and make love to my guitar,
Cuz with girls I never get too far,
I’ll run my hands up and down her neck,
And she’ll make sweet noises, what else do you expect,
It might get loud and we’ll try not to wake the neighbors up,
But if they could only hear they’ll know why I can’t get enough
I can hold her body up against mine and,
It doesn’t take candle lit dinners and expensive wine,
Ooh, how can a man resist this,
I just pluck on her g-string and we get down to business,
So I played my guitar day and night,
With dreams of playing under a spotlight,
So I wrote a couple songs about beer and girls,
Good times with friends, and travelin’ the world,
And before you know it I got a couple gigs,
And I was on my way to make my name big,
Playin’ sold out concerts on the big stage,
A couple hundred bras for every song I played,
Until I got serious with a pretty brunette,
The greatest girl that I ever met yet,
Bought a big ole mansion and I made her my wife,
Yeah this ole rock star was finally livin the life,
Until one day she told me,
I’m done with life on the road,
Its either that guitar or me,
Its just gotta go,
So I pondered a bit, and thought about it,
And I looked her in the eye,
And you imagine the sounds,
The neighbors heard that night,
I went home that night and made love to my guitar,
Cuz this ole thing has taken me this far,
I ran my fingers up and down her neck,
She made sweet noises, what else did you expect?
It got a little loud and we woke some of the neighbors up,
But then they heard and they couldn’t get enough,
I held her body up against mine,
And it didn’t take candle-lit dinners and expensive wine,
Ooh, how could I resist it?
I just plucked on her g-string and got down to business
Duration : 0:4:58
September 16th, 2008 at 3:06 am
“I’ll run my hands …
“I’ll run my hands up and down her neck,
And she’ll make sweet noises, what else do you expect,”
I would suggest you change that second line above to “And she’ll make noises that are as sweet as heck”
“what else do you expect” doesn’t work since we weren’t expecting anything.
This was actually a nice little song. Very well thought out and easy to relate to. I can see it being a hit. So you need to copyright it.
September 16th, 2008 at 3:06 am
sweet deal guys… …
sweet deal guys… loved it
keep it up out there at bryant