its not the big hunk of wood theyre conected to. its not the 50 people squashed into a room not big enough for all of us. its not t bones bright red face and throbbing vein in his forhead. its not even the crazy animal going insane up at the front...
its the strings
the way they turn your fingerbaord silver
the way you can pull on them just enough to tune it right up
the way they twang when you tighten them for the first time
the way they sound being plucked
the way they POP when they break in half
the way everyone shares the trauma when that POPing sound happens
the way they bend into be perfect bracelets after the trauma has been shared
the way they cost far to much to get pleasure out of the POPing sound
(but we all do anyway...)
the way you can buy them one at a time... or in a set
the way they feel when you run your fingernail over them.
the way you can hardley touch them and still get the right sound
the way theyre made of guts
the way they turn your fingers black
but mostly
the way they are the life of the big hunk of wood, the room not big enough for 50 of us, t bones throbbing forhead vein, and even the crazy animal...
its the life
its our life
it was my lifewhat happened?
where did the life go?
i miss my
DOMINANT STRINGS
1 comment:
You rock my world like no other. Where would this world be with dominant strings and Lauren Jean Johnson?
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