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Still Playing The Guitar That Calvin Johnson Broke
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BP are a bunch of corporate memory-destroying fret-wanking MTV-supporting fame-chasing money-grubbing grave-robbing publicity-loving nostril-hair-braiding vacuo
I recently discovered the strength my parents demonstrated during the difficult times that haunted my childhood. They shielded my siblings and me from a lot of the hardships they experienced, which allowed us to grow up to be happy, secure adults. As a parent now myself, I appreciate how difficult their task was. This song came to me when I was thinking about how I can live up to their example while raising my son. I wrote it for my son, but I now feel compelled to tell everyone about my parents' strengths. It is an absolute thrill having these lyrics published in a book that will reach an international audience. I believe that the theme of my song is universal, and I hope that it will inspire others all over the world to feel a similar gratitude toward anyone special in their lives.
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Genre
Alternative Indie
Charts
#4,414 in subgenre Peak #2,405
Author
Unknown/Love
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freeware
Uploaded
May 30, 2004
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MP3 5.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
You know how people say they don't know where their songs come from, the muse just sort of lays the songs on their minds like a gift from heaven? Well, I can tell you exactly where mine come from, and lately it's been from all over. A street person gave me "I believe". When I requested a map from the Department of Transportation, folded up in it was the lyrics and a chord chart for this song. I can't explain it to this day - I think it's a cry for help.
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I'm Still Playing The Guitar Calvin Johnson Broke A D E We used to play the alley and do acoustic sets On Friday nights behind the stores that's when and were we met Beat Happening, Young Pioneers, Wimps and Mr. Yuck All laid down acoustic sounds back where they parked the trucks D We'd spread the news by word of mouth E We'd gather late at night D We'd play unplugged and mosh in mud E Lit by candlelight A D E Ian was a prodigy, lived fast and now he's dead Same story with Rick Lewis, they bashed in his head Now Karen's making soap down in Taos New Mexico And Cheryl tied the knot up north, or so I am told D E Heather's in Seattle, so's Curt and other folks D E A I'm still playing the guitar that Calvin Johnson broke D E A (He's still playing the guitar that Calvin Johnson broke) Bridge... It seems like only yesterday he borrowed my guitar He pounded it unmercifully It broke but he went far... Now K's becomin' like another big time major label I'm still working for the state to put food on the table The years are passing by, they're just going up in smoke I'm still playing the guitar that Calvin Johnson broke (He's still playing the guitar that Calvin Johnson broke) I'm still playing the guitar that Calvin Johnson broke (He's still playing the guitar that Calvin Johnson broke) I'm still playing the guitar that Calvin Johnson broke (He's still playing the guitar that Calvin Johnson broke)
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