| Lyrics: | The very day I purchased it,
I christened my guitar
as my monophonic symphony,
six
string orchestra
In my room I'd practice late,
they'd leave me alone.
My mother
said, "You're nothing yet,
to make the folks write home."
I'd play at all the talent
nights,
I'd finish, they'd applaud.
Some called it muffled laughter,
I just figured
they were odd.
So I went up for an encore,
but they screamed they'd had enough.
Or maybe I just need a group
to help me do my stuff.
Chorus:
And so
I'd dream a bass will join me,
and fill the bottom in. And maybe now some lead guitar
so it
would not sound so thin.
I need some drums to set the beat
and help me keep in time.
And
way back in the distance,
some strings would sound so fine.
And we would play
together,
like fine musicians should,
And it would sound like music,
and the music would
sound good.
But in real life I'm stuck with
that same old formula,
me and my monophonic
symphony,
six string orchestra.
Oh, I write love songs for my favorite girl
and
sing them soft and slow.
But before I get to finish,
she says she has to go.
She's nice
and says "Excuse me,
I've got to find a bar,
I think I need refreshment,
for I hear you
play guitar."
Oh I sent a demo tape I made
to the record companies.
Two came back
address unknown,
one came back C.O.D.
Of course I got form letters,
all saying
pleasant things.
Like suggesting I should find a trade
where I would not have to
sing.
Chorus
And so I'd dream a bass will join me,
and fill the bottom
in.
And maybe now som |
