An Acquaintance Strikes A Chord - The Good Life

He couldn’t make it sing

The strings had grown so worn

They made his fingers bleed

Soon after the event he made an acquaintance

Whose fingers bled as well

Forming scabs that never heal

Would you play a song for me?

Some wilting melody

That drifts over the sunflowers

To some far away country

Won’t you play a song for me?

With words like push pins?

They stick into my heart…

And bleed out resonance

These songs are all asleep

They lay dormant inside of me

This vacant recitation.

i can’t resuscitate them

Won’t you play a song for me?

Let the words escape your mouth!

Scream out what you’ve lost!

In song it will be found

He broke his old guitar

He smashed it on his bedpost

Where he used to dream up lovers

Kissing his forehead, «good morning.»