**I'm playing my guitar for you, baby.

With eyes that hide the woman within
You see behind the eyes of, other women
You've lived and died and come to life again
And now you stand alone at the crossroads of your mind
You've left your yesterdays behind..
But which road leads you to tomorrow?
Flesh-o....

You've turned your back on yesterday
Betrayed a woman who swore she'd make you pay
For when you left you took her pride away
You know she'll never let you break away so easily
You'll have to fight, before you're free
But how much more time can you borrow?
Flesh-o....

Now in a single moment your past grows dim
One thought goes racing across your mind
You ride to meet the man you stole from her
Oh no!...Flesh-o don't go!...
Flesh-o don't go!!...

There's something hanging, in the wind
Your past is catching up and closing in
You've been halfway to hell and back again
And now you laugh in the devil's face
with your last breath...
You'll run a race with life and death...
But will you live to see tomorrow?

Flesh-o....

Do you actually play ?

Ace said:

What's it to you, doll?

Nero said:

I play. And thanks for calling me "doll".

What's your axe of choice?

Ace said:

Rickenbacker.

Nero said:

Nice. Vintage or recent? How long you been playin'?

There’s a woman in new orleans
Who plays rock and roll
She’s a guitar woman
With a great big soul
She lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
She goes by the name of Queen creole

You know she’s gone, gone, gone
Jumpin’ like a catfish on a pole
You know she’s gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking Queen creole

When the queen starts to do it
It’s as good as done
She holds her guitar
Like a tommy gun
She starts to growl
From way down her throat
She bends a string
And that’s all she wrote

Well, she sings a song about a crowded hole
She sings a song about a jelly roll
She sings a song about meat and greens
She wails some blues about new orleans

Well, she plays something evil
Then she plays something sweet
No matter what she plays
You got to get up on your feet

When she gets the rockin’ fever
Baby, heaven sakes
She don’t stop playin’
’till her guitar breaks


**About the Jelly roll bit, my ex, N., used to SWEAR a jelly roll was a part of the female anatomy... Innuendo, you know. Is it true?

Nero said:

Yes, it's an old blues euphemism for a chick's naughty bits.

Ace said:

Oh. About a year.

Model 1997SPC.

Model 360V64.

Nero said:

you are a classic

Well
I quit my job down at the car wash

I left my mama a goodbye note.
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat.
I hitch-hiked all the way down to Memphis

Got a room at the Y.M.C.A.
For the next three weeks I went a haunting them night clubs

Looking for a place to play.
Well
I thought my picking would set 'em on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
Well
I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis

I run out of money and luck.
So
I bummed me a ride down to Macon
Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck.
I Thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some of the all night bars

Hopin' I can make myself a dollar

Makin' music on my guitar.
Got the same old story at them all night piers

There ain't no room around here for a guitar man.
We don't need a guitar man
son.
So
I slept in the hobo jungles

I bummed a thousand miles of track

'til I found myself in Mobile
Alabama
In a club they call "Big Jack's".
A little four piece band was jamming
So
I took my guitar and I sat in.
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
With a swingin' little guitar man.
Show 'em
son.
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down around Mobile.
Well
make it on out to the club called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill.
Just follow that crowd of people

You'll wind up out on his dance floor

Diggin' the finest little five piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico.
And guess who's leading that five piece band

Why wouldn't you know
It's that swinging little guitar man.

shausler said:

Thanks, Shausypoo. You should use a B. avatar again.

Ace... Guitar man!

Nero said:

I don't know Ricky model numbers. I'm assuming these aren't vintage?

How's your chops?

Ace said:

When I was devoted, my left hand finger-prints went away.

I'm better at trumpet and clarinet.

Dammit, I'd post pictures if I could bloody find a place to upload them.

Nero said:

Clarinet, huh? Ever seen Wild Man Blues?

Nero said:

I would suggest villagephotos.com.

Ace said:

Gno. But I've been playing clarinet since I was 10. The trumpet, for three years almost. I think the trumpet is my favorite.

Nero said:

I used to play trumpet in junior high, but I can't play a lick now.

Wild Man Blues is a documentary that follows Woody Allen and his trad-jazz band as they tour Europe. Woody is the clarinetist.

Ace said:

I'll post the ricks as soon as I get into this villagephotos thing. If you want.

Nero said:

Yep. Let's see 'em.

Ace said:

**With the ex's hand. THe more accomplished guitar player, and my ex-teacher.

Nero said:

Nice. So do you own these? Or are they his?

Ace said:

360V64 resides with me, and I'm still paying for it.

The red one, he won't part with. But I get visitation rights.