Love And Death And American Guitar Lyrics by Jim Steinman
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I remember everything!I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do rememberthat it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel.I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do rememberthat it wasn't at all easy.It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords and the precise anglefrom which to strike.The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood wasooh...dark and rich like wild berries.The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully ,and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before.So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall!!I smashed it against the floor!!I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader!!I smashed it against the hood of a carI smashed it agianst a 1981-Harley Davidson...The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroomMommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlightslowly I opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bedI raised my guitar high above my head and just as I wasabout to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bedmy father woke up screaming:"stop...wait a minute..stop it,boy""what do you think you're doing???That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"And I said "god damn it, daddy!!!You know I love you.....""BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!"
I remember everything!I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do rememberthat it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel.I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do rememberthat it wasn't at all easy.It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords and the precise anglefrom which to strike.The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood wasooh...dark and rich like wild berries.The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully ,and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before.So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall!!I smashed it against the floor!!I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader!!I smashed it against the hood of a carI smashed it agianst a 1981-Harley Davidson...The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroomMommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlightslowly I opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bedI raised my guitar high above my head and just as I wasabout to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bedmy father woke up screaming:"stop...wait a minute..stop it,boy""what do you think you're doing???That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"And I said "god damn it, daddy!!!You know I love you.....""BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!"