Nearing the end of my Bradbury project. These last few have a little bit different feel from the ones I've posted so far because they represent a later time - like late teens.

This one is just about the joy of getting together with friends and playing music.

A Far Away Guitar is here:

https://youtu.be/62chR6PRXYQ


Lyric is below. Thanks for listening smile

Scott


A Far Away Guitar
Lyric and music (C) 2018 by SW Campbell

We watched the needle move through the vinyl groove
Probably for the dozenth time
We’d already worked out the chords
Now we were trying to write down all the words
So we could run downstairs to the basement where
The acoustics took us far
And add the song to our repertoire
I swear I still hear the sound of that faraway guitar

Barre chords, finger picking, hammer-ons
We learned them all in time
Making riffs up on the fly
Wearing our calluses with pride
And it wasn’t about girls, well maybe some
But it wasn’t about being a star
It was the joy of singing our throats raw
I hear us singing to the sound of that faraway guitar

Now time and chance have left us scattered ‘cross the states
And we’ve more years behind us than in front
But we still within us the soundtrack of those days
And we can play it any time we want

A long hard day, nothing went my way
I crack a beer and grab my axe
Strum the strings and begin to croon
An old familiar Dylan tune
And a thousand miles away I know you’re doing the same
Except it’s Kiss or Neil Young
I guess a thousand miles is not too far
For me to smile at the sound of a faraway guitar