A Life In Music

I was born in a pine cone on the tallest spruce tree
I was raised by a forest at the edge of the sea
felled at 580, thought I'd lived my lifespan
But that day at the sawmill was where my life began

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I lived a life in music
and it's funny to see
how the guitar never falls very far from the tree

Quartered and sanded and shipped here and there
turned into cardboard, tables and chairs
but the best part of me a luthier did buy
a delicate cross-grain simply captured his eye
delicate cross-grain simply captured his eye
Measured and cut, fitted and matched
tuned to turn when some strings were attached
placed in a case and then sent to some store
where I hung on the wall for six months or more
hung on the wall for six months or more

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Bought by a rich man and left in the case
while he schemed and he traveled all over the place
till his 8-year old daughter left alone in the house
opened a closet and we became pals
opened a closet and we became pals
When she switched to piano in her 14th year
I helped her kid brother recognize his career
but he wanted things louder soon left me behind
Yeah, he traded me in for the electric kind
traded me in for the electric kind

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Hocked and then bought and then re-hocked again
Till a vagrant musician claimed he was my best friend
a busker by trade played the subways and streets
Heavy-gauge strings and a big boomin beat
Heavy-gauge strings and a big boomin beat
I became a real guitar in the hands of that man
somehow we made it through a 30-year span
Till the day his poor hands couldnt bang out the rent
And we both cried as back to the pawnshop I went
both cried as back to the pawnshop I went

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But by this time my past it had caught up with me
I was told that I now had a rare pedigree
A rock and roll prince quickly carried me off
But his hands were too weak and his fingertips soft
hands were too weak and his fingertips soft
Proudly displayed with those hed collected
But I didnt feel special, I just felt neglected
So I bowed up my neck till the prince couldnt play
And in no time at all the prince gave me away
no time at all the prince gave me away

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Strings were all tarnished, finish was cracked
I ended my days with an old lumberjack
The two of us found such a wonderful rhythm
That when he passed on they buried me with him
when he passed on they buried me with him
Now I lie here at rest in a stand of spruce trees
10 billion songs still beating in me
The lumberjack slumbers, I dream of decay
And wait for the tree roots to take me away

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