Michael McGuire My Black Guitar
MY BLACK GUITAR
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
MY BLACK GUITAR
Someday we will all be equal, when our bones can no longer babble, the
trouble with mistakes is all we learn is regret, and something so
memorable is easy to forget.
All rivers run their course, all riders throw their horse, the mighty stand
on their force, and it all means just what it means.
Blame is our favorite substitute for control, duty is a prostitute in place
of a soul, is the truth a republican or a democrat, we don’t care where
were going we just like to know where were at.
For eons peons are pulverized, eternally idiots are idolized, while the
masses are mesmerized, and it all works just like it works.
Life’s not what you make it your what it makes you, circumstance not
freedom gives the color it’s blue, armies of feelings marching across my
senses, my future free memory will pay their expenses.
The new history starts right from this day, so there is nothing yet we
can say, I just want to prey and play, on my black guitar.
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