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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.
Up the ladder:
Velvetted
Down the ladder:
Down on Dogs
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Posted: July 14, 2003 10:44 AM PDT; Last modified: July 14, 2003 10:44 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.1809406 Overall Rank: 1012 Comments:
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richa @ 81.86.77.227
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14-Jul-03/11:27 AM
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I like these little packaged thoughts. It is probably easier to make a whole out of such a small verse. But nevertheless you have done it perfectly
blue?
very pretty. but once more I show my ignorance--I don't get it.
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/Da so, once again, it's about love being the power behind music. or something. i get sort of abstrusely technical at times.
:heh: I see. Yes, yes you do. :)
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Guitar technicalities made poetry - I like it. Perfectly condensed.
Music, technology, and the technology of music...what more could one want but, the feelings you conjure. P-90 eh? cool axe.
Its like the fabulous baker boys Z style ! pffeifered up to the max.
now light that cute cigar, pull up that pale denier and show some thigh. Very suave, sultry liked the rasp.9 welcome back -you bang
Brilliant
OH, "wInd"! Not "wind". Now it makes sense!
like, "whined", not like, breathe, or blow..
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