There is something wrong with my viola
for every time I tune it up
the bridge does start to creak
Oh the sweet sound of horse hair on catgut
the resin rising with every stroke of my bow
but I still hear that creaking bridge
My sweetheart is snug against my neck and chin
the music that I make comes from deep within
yet my only vex is my creaky bridge
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
There is something wrong with my viola
for every time I tune it up
the bridge does start to creak
Oh the sweet sound of horse hair on catgut
the resin rising with every stroke of my bow
but I still hear that creaking bridge
My sweetheart is snug against my neck and chin
the music that I make comes from deep within
yet my only vex is my creaky bridge
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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