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UnTunes:Folk Guitarist's Lament
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This song has gone through every guitarist's mind at one point or another. Except for the whole penis thing. Hopefully.
Lyrics[edit]
I wanted to do everything
But I'm not good at anything
So I became a folk guitarist
I sing and sing and sing and sing
And sing and sing and sing and sing
But I'm no good at writing lyrics
If I could only find a band
And maybe a new set of hands
I'd have this whole music thing down
And if I could get some new gear
And just in case, a new pair of ears
I could make some semi-decent music
Life sucks, when you haven't got any money...or any talent
It sucks, when you haven't got a clue...(talent helps too)
If only I could find - The muse hiding inside
If I could only play a song - That I knew how to sing along to
I'd really have it made
I wanted to perform today
But I've got no good songs to play
So I sat home and ate some Cheez-its
Other guys, they get onstage
Their two-chord show is all the rage
I'm pretty sure they're getting laid, while I eat Cheez-its
I can't say I get many chicks
My guitar's the only thing my dick
Has seen in ages... Don't ask
But maybe I'll write one new song
Maybe everyone will sing along
While I play alone inside my basement
Life sucks, when you're stuck at home in your basement...(with no talent)
It sucks, when you seem to have run out of cheez-its...(as well as talent)
If only I could find - The muse hiding inside
If I could only play a song - That I knew how to sing along to
I'd really have it made
I finally got a gig today
And when I got onstage to play
I got tomatoes thrown right at me
I know what some of you might say
You think it sounds a bit cliche
But I'm not lying. They threw them right at me
Why would I say such a thing
If it was not happening
It's not like I take pride in my injury
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention
They hit me in a place unmentioned
And that small fact is why I mentioned, an injury
Life sucks, when you're dick is in a sling...(so's my career)
It sucks, when I can't even fuck my guitar...(once again, don't ask)
I guess I'll never find - the muse hiding inside
I guess I'll never play a song - That everyone will sing along to