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An Acquaintance Strikes A Chord - The Good Life
He broke his old guitar
He couldn't make it sing
The strings had grown so worn
They made his fingers bleed
Soon after the
Event
He made an acquaintance
Whose fingers bled as well
Forming scabs that never heal
Would you play a song for me
Some wilting melody
That drifts over the sunflowers
To some far away country
Won't you play a song for me
With words like push pins
They stick into my heart
And bleed out resonance
These songs are all asleep
They lay dormant inside me
This vacant recitationi
Can't resuscitate them
Won't you play a song for me
Let the words escape your mouth
Scream out what you've lost
In song it will be found
He broke his old guitar
He smashed it on his bedpost
Where he used to dream up lovers
Kissing his forehead
Good morning
