Satisfaction, Part 3 of 4
Not Fade Away
What are these people going to do?
I'm on my nineteenth nervous breakdown.
Why do I play with fire?
Ah, here comes my emotional rescue.
The boy is bringing my baby,
open-tuned to G,
bottom string removed.
She's so cold,
but we'll soon get her to respond.
A touch of reverb,
and overdrive the amp.
Connection.
I think we need an E in there.
We'll let it find itself, no forcing,
no expectations.
Trusting your talent, and
rolling the tumbling dice ...
oh, that's nice.
Start me up!
Rip this joint.
Pointless adrenalin -
that's the point!
I know it's only rock'n'roll,
but I like it.
Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2017
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