A young boy floating aimlessly,
Heard a sound that turned the sky
From black to blue in the blink of an eye
The music time had long forgot
Awoke in him that day
He bought a black guitar to carry him away
He let the music flood inside
To drown the growing pains
An awkward boy with music on the brain
Life-long Friends and a life-long love
From this glowing guiding star
Were channeled through that battered black guitar
Hanging in the store window
December '85
Three chords were all it took for him to know
A six-string made of Magic Power
Made him feel alive
A black Telecaster let the future glow
A million songs and a million miles
And mistakes turned into art.
The music biz was tearing at his heart
He had to sell the black guitar
For rent and food and gas
And he felt the magic fade into the past
Hanging in a store window
In 1995.
The wrong dream at the wrong time didn't pay.
As The World turned slowly on
And he turned to wave goodbye
He knew that he'd be back for it one day
Eight years on in a music store and something caught his eye
A road-worn black guitar on a bottom hook
It still had the battle scar from a bottle in a bar
A deep breath and three chords were all it took
Time had passed and the love was back
And the black guitar made him whole again.
The voice of youth and the sound of thunder
The music time forgot turned up to "10"
Karl Eisenhart - Black Telecaster (feat. Matt Francisco, vocal, Tom Hyatt, bass & Art Thompson, drums) Lyrics
Karl Eisenhart - Black Telecaster (feat. Matt Francisco, vocal, Tom Hyatt, bass & Art Thompson, drums) Lyrics
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A young boy floating aimlessly,
Heard a sound that turned the sky
From black to blue in the blink of an eye
The music time had long forgot
Awoke in him that day
He bought a black guitar to carry him away
He let the music flood inside
To drown the growing pains
An awkward boy with music on the brain
Life-long Friends and a life-long love
From this glowing guiding star
Were channeled through that battered black guitar
Hanging in the store window
December '85
Three chords were all it took for him to know
A six-string made of Magic Power
Made him feel alive
A black Telecaster let the future glow
A million songs and a million miles
And mistakes turned into art.
The music biz was tearing at his heart
He had to sell the black guitar
For rent and food and gas
And he felt the magic fade into the past
Hanging in a store window
In 1995.
The wrong dream at the wrong time didn't pay.
As The World turned slowly on
And he turned to wave goodbye
He knew that he'd be back for it one day
Eight years on in a music store and something caught his eye
A road-worn black guitar on a bottom hook
It still had the battle scar from a bottle in a bar
A deep breath and three chords were all it took
Time had passed and the love was back
And the black guitar made him whole again.
The voice of youth and the sound of thunder
The music time forgot turned up to "10"
Heard a sound that turned the sky
From black to blue in the blink of an eye
The music time had long forgot
Awoke in him that day
He bought a black guitar to carry him away
He let the music flood inside
To drown the growing pains
An awkward boy with music on the brain
Life-long Friends and a life-long love
From this glowing guiding star
Were channeled through that battered black guitar
Hanging in the store window
December '85
Three chords were all it took for him to know
A six-string made of Magic Power
Made him feel alive
A black Telecaster let the future glow
A million songs and a million miles
And mistakes turned into art.
The music biz was tearing at his heart
He had to sell the black guitar
For rent and food and gas
And he felt the magic fade into the past
Hanging in a store window
In 1995.
The wrong dream at the wrong time didn't pay.
As The World turned slowly on
And he turned to wave goodbye
He knew that he'd be back for it one day
Eight years on in a music store and something caught his eye
A road-worn black guitar on a bottom hook
It still had the battle scar from a bottle in a bar
A deep breath and three chords were all it took
Time had passed and the love was back
And the black guitar made him whole again.
The voice of youth and the sound of thunder
The music time forgot turned up to "10"
Writer: Karl Eisenhart
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