[spoken]:
I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only
yesterday
I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I don't
remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of
chrome and a voice like a horny angel
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a
stradacaster
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy
It required the perfect
combination of the right power chords
And the precise angle from which to strike
The
guitar bled for about a week afterward
And the blood was ugh dark and rich, like wild
berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
The guitar bled for about a week
afterward, but 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
Smashed it against the hood
of a car
Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar
howled in heat
And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
Mummy and daddy were
sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
Right upto the
foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring
the guitar crashing down
upon the centre of the bed, my father woke up, screaming "Stop!"
"Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do ya think you're doin'?
That's no way to treat an expensive
musical instrument!"
And I said: "God dammit daddy!
You know I love you, but you got a
hell of a lot to learn about rock an' roll"
