Guitar...<3

9:19 PM, Saturday, Mar. 27, 2010

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry, and curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart, and I watched, as he tried to reassemble it.
And my mamma swore that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love,
If it does not exist. But darling,

(Chorus)
You, are, the only exception x4

Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul, that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone, keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I had sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.
Because none of it was ever worth the risk. Well,

(chorus)

I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.
I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up,
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.
Ohh---

(chorus) x2

And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing

Guess which song? xD Okay for the past like, five hours (plus dinner) I've been playing the song on the guitar, finally.

Turns out I'd been playing the capo bit wrong, and Eatrend pointed it out for me, so yeah, now I got it (Y). My god the song is pure awesomeness, I swear.

It's been killing my fingertips since four hours ago, but you know it's sort of like, even though it hurts like hell, I just force myself to keep playing. Because it is that fun. Yes, wow, omg, every time I'm on the guitar... it's like I want to keep on playing on forever. And I would totally, if my fingers didn't have a limit of their own.

I was NEVER a guitar person, when everyone was like, oh I want to learn guitar one day, I was like, nahh I'd rather learn clarinet or something. I always considered guitar to be too overrated, and too image-related to play. But it's actually so, so, so much more. I started playing it on whim, after my brother went out of the phase, and I'm so glad I did.

This is the weirdest thing, but I am in love with the guitar. xD

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