Long Guitar player Poems
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Purple Haze
A melody maker.
First song, Hey Joe.
A left handed guitar player.
Started in Harlem.
Played songs like Muddy Water.
The greatest guitar player.
Died at 27.
Always played high volume.
Another song is Purple Haze.
The Wind Cries Mary.
Don’t forget Woodstock 1969.
What a great life.
He lived in London, England.
A record deal not going empty handed.
Passed away on my birthday.
I couldn’t have met you anyway.
The love of music.
A great songwriter, and you know it.
Stone free.
Play another song for me.
Those were the days.
A guitar sound through melody.
His name was Jimi Hendrix.
Played left-handed
On this brown, broken sofa
Here with my lonely guitar
Looking around in empty space
Orange is my only surroundings
Writing you songs about life
Or maybe about hopeful love
And even of my life's struggles
So many lyrics in my thoughts!
Out of these crowded alleys and corners
I'm nothing but a street guitar player
But I'm not of the penniless kind
For my melody will be the world's harmony
I could be pondering on a train station
Or alone in the dark, hidden roads
But my solace of my own success
Will be coming from a broken sofa
Don't be mistaken about this
For the sofa is not actually broken
What I really meant about this description
If the sofa was full of failures and loneliness
But all is not lost in my solitary life
Because my guitar is my true love
It's my endless passion of my feelings
And makes this street guitar player hopeful
This brown, broken sofa I'm lying on
The sorrows of struggles will be gone
You've kept my secrets and dreams
In which my success is great because of you
No matter where I travel in the world
Or the many people cheering around
From street guitarist to global music artist
I'll remember my true origins of my talent
Here, along with my lonely guitar
I go back to this small, orange space
Taking a long rest from my endless melodies
Brown, broken sofa... I now close my eyes
I've got the lecture notes ready
I've got the examples
Just blow what I'm telling you to blow
I am responsible for the resurgence of the sales of saxophones
I unlock the doors of my car
By raising my right palm
You saw the crescent
I saw sod all
You need a guitar player
Bass and the whole caboodle
But don't stop there
Get yourself some
Man clarinets
And ear trumpets
In fact
Sack the band and
Just have a sax on stage
And horn away
Nostril reeds and
Ostentatious bellowing
I'll be your mouthpiece
I'll pretend to be from L.A.
Cringetown bottom burp
Lead singer in a band, he also played the guitar.
Wasn’t long before he became a star.
He wrote songs that have poetic lyrics.
And often had his fans at concerts in hysterics.
He wore colorful clothes and wild footwear.
Where ever he went people would stare.
A left handed guitar player, music he couldn’t read or write.
But everyone agreed his playing was out of site.
At 19 he left home, joined the army in the paratroop division.
He was injured in a jump and discharged but had a vision,
He created a new musical form that the band used in proportion.,
A revolutionary style of combining fuzz, feedback and controlled distortion.
His band was very experienced and a huge collection of songs was made.
Recording in a studio but toured the country, fans adored what they played.
Axis to their records were amazing songs that proved as love is bold.
He played with words for his songs as all good poets do, they unfold.
If he had walked along the watchtower and seen that train a comin
Through the purple haze, or if six hadda been nine, his guitar strummin
He had moved to England in 1966 and lived there for four years.
Not returning to live in the USA. After that leaving his fans in tears