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Powerchord
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For people with money there therapists. For the rest of us there is music.
david jackson recess musi
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Take the energy of Judas Priest and Metallica Mix in the harmonies of early Def Leppard and Queen and some blazing Guitar and you have David Jackson
Dave Jackson has been playing guitar for over 20 years. He was the only kid in the first grade who knew who Hendrix was when he died. Dave's passion for guitar has lead him to try many areas including Metal, Pop, Country, and Blues (with Blues and Hard Rock being his favorites). Dave takes "recess" from his blues band to return to his "roots" of Hard Rock. In addition to being a performaing musician, Dave also moderates the Musician's Cyber Cooler." A resource for independant musicians. We focus on Music, Marketing, and Mentoring musicians. He is even authored a book "Get Your Band Out of the Basement (and keep them out of the asylum).
Song Info
Genre
Metal Heavy Metal
Charts
Peak #592
Peak in subgenre #237
Author
David Jackson
Rights
2002
Uploaded
June 24, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Discusses my high school years, and how music pulled me through the tough times, even today.
Lyrics
I was the kid that always talked to strangers I had to sip the sin, I had to taste the danger. I didn't get along with the kids at school. They said my hair was too long, said I looked like a fool. Well they overlooked me. They left me ignored. They sat me in the owner all alone and bored. But their approval I wasn't lookin' for, Cause I was tuned in* *To My Power chord Give me my power chord Now the day had come, and I began to play I got strung out on string, you know I HAD to play I had to bang my head, I had to wake the dead. Yeah, I could'a been a jock, but I rocked instead. Then the day came, and I got to play It was my turn to laugh and I blew them all away. I showed them something they'd never seen before. And I owe it all* And now I'm older. I find life's a mother…. Every bill I pay gets replaced by another. The checks I write bounce like a ball. When I think I'm gonna lose it, I hear the call. I start to sweat. I need to feel. My fingers pressing tight on strings of steel. It's pure anesthesia just like before. I'll never outgrow the sound Of a powerchord.
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