The fret removed
from music,
the takamine rouge.
I had to pull the frets
remove them from
the bass. A fretless bass
from top to bottom,
a very note trued.
But the weight
its gone
from the tune.
Hours upon hours
spent on 50 cents in
silver. I said fretless
bass and they left
untendered.
Oh, the tether
do they hang.
As St. Jude proclaims...
"There! Shame!"
All of it do I play,
as do winged instruments
of this very day.
To due, I had too.
Say, his majestic melancoly.
On two Harvard Squares,
I say,...
I had too.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
The fret removed
from music,
the takamine rouge.
I had to pull the frets
remove them from
the bass. A fretless bass
from top to bottom,
a very note trued.
But the weight
its gone
from the tune.
Hours upon hours
spent on 50 cents in
silver. I said fretless
bass and they left
untendered.
Oh, the tether
do they hang.
As St. Jude proclaims...
"There! Shame!"
All of it do I play,
as do winged instruments
of this very day.
To due, I had too.
Say, his majestic melancoly.
On two Harvard Squares,
I say,...
I had too.
