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Acoustic (Free verse) by zzinnia66

He tasted like copper his music, like blood. I gave him the spark but uncoiled his wind and left him onstage, blue and blind.

zzinnia66 14-Jul-03/2:01 PM
there are many blues-the music kind (blind willie, etc.), the sad kind, the balls kind, the stage light kind.

the coil/wind thing is about about a Gibson P-90 (pickup, for and amp: http://www.harmony-central.com/Guitar/Data2/Gibson/P-90-01.html)

so, once again, it's about love being the power behind music. or something. i get sort of abstrusely technical at times.




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