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My guitars and how I feel.

Submitted: November 11, 2014

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Submitted: November 11, 2014




Strumming my acoustic guitar along the sounds almost harp like draw me into the sound.

The tones remind me of the good things in life while caught up in the sound.
New notes or chords never done before.

Will these chords bring me out of the dream state I’m in?

Guitar sounds take your worries and blues away.

Guitar sounds help to make a statement, cause drive emotion and movement of  words when they stand still.

Electric guitar making thunder without the lightning.

Shaking the listeners, walls and the ground.

The chords pounding like a pile driver of melodic pleasure.

While I get caught up in the sustain don’t want to palm mute it but just play through it.

Like a heart beat I don’t guitar thunder to end.

Guitar ringing is just like it’s singing a forgotten song.

Undiscovered until now.

By NoS482 07/10/2010

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