Electric
The electricity that passes through electric guitars
Is alive with power and juice
The rhythm is so good exciting
Like eating the forbidden fruit
The kings of the blues
Can control the power of the ways
Like Joe Bonamassa
Each and every day
So why am I so lonely
As I have the music of the Gods
Maybe it’s my acoustic
Yes the masters nod
So it's electric that follows me
deep into the night
where Hell will be my friend
for whatever the fright
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2023
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