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1000 Papercuts
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Sun Aug 04, 2013
Acoustic : Acoustic Folk
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1000 papercuts

It started with Mark Thomson and his book of Traveller’s Tales
Full of tunes what he had writed for guitar
With hammer ons and pull offs to confound the average Jo
It was clearly too advanced for me by far
It all looked very simple when you see it in the book
And sounds sublime when played on the CD
But it left my fingers bleeding and my brain was bleeding too
It’s clearly just too bleeding hard for me

I cannot read the dots and now I am not even sure
If I can make some sense of this confounded tablature
But struggle on I will, I won’t accept no ifs or buts
I’m slowly dying from a thousand papercuts

And then came Mr Chesterton who did collaborate
With Mr White to do another book of tunes
And though standard tuning was the order of the day for him
It may as well be from the dark side of the moon
There was not only a cd but there was some video
Supposed to make things easier; show where the fingers go
But turning pages left my hands a festering open sore
don’t think my hands can take this punishment much more

I cannot read the dots and now I am not even sure
If I can make some sense of this confounded tablature
But struggle on I will, I won’t accept no ifs or buts
I’ll stop when I am murdered by a thousand papercuts

Then in comes Stuart Ryan and he tells us he’s a book
Of traditional fingerstyle guitar, I thought I’d take a look
To see if this was any easier on my fingers or my brain
But it turns out I am facing the same problems once again
With squiggles, dots and numbers that are meant to play a song
It can’t be me, it must be them, they’ve all been transcribed wrong
Cos my fingers are just bleeding stumps and I don’t give a toss
Unless the next book’s writ by Jonny Moss

I cannot read the dots and now I am not even sure
If I can make some sense of this confounded tablature
But struggle on I will, I won’t accept no ifs or buts
I’ll stop when I am murdered by a thousand papercuts