Love and Death and the American Guitar
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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, ooh, 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 turned, step by step, 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've got a hell of a lot to learn about rock an' roll"
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, ooh, 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 turned, step by step, 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've got a hell of a lot to learn about rock an' roll"
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.62] I remember everything
[00:11.14] I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday
[00:16.56] I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
[00:24.47] I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
[00:27.69] But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel
[00:37.38] I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
[00:40.22] But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy
[00:43.82] It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
[00:49.88] And the precise angle from which to strike
[00:56.08] The guitar bled for about a week afterward
[01:00.20] And the blood was, ooh, dark and rich, like wild berries
[01:07.60] The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
[01:12.36] The guitar bled for about a week afterward, but it rung out beautifully
[01:17.93] And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before
[01:25.26] So I took my guitar, and I smashed it against the wall
[01:31.62] I smashed it against the floor
[01:33.95] I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
[01:37.05] Smashed it against the hood of a car
[01:39.08] Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson
[01:42.77] The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat
[01:50.46] And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
[01:55.77] Mummy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
[02:01.86] Slowly I turned, step by step, I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
[02:08.73] Right upto the foot of their bed
[02:11.01] I raised the guitar high above my head
[02:14.95] And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down
[02:18.35] Upon the centre of the bed, my father woke up, screaming "Stop!"
[02:24.08] "Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do ya think you're doin'?
[02:28.45] That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!"
[02:34.05]
[02:36.59] And I said: "God dammit daddy!
[02:41.42] You know I love you, but you've got a hell of a lot to learn about rock an' roll"
[02:49.82]
[00:11.14] I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday
[00:16.56] I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
[00:24.47] I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
[00:27.69] But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel
[00:37.38] I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stradacaster
[00:40.22] But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy
[00:43.82] It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
[00:49.88] And the precise angle from which to strike
[00:56.08] The guitar bled for about a week afterward
[01:00.20] And the blood was, ooh, dark and rich, like wild berries
[01:07.60] The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
[01:12.36] The guitar bled for about a week afterward, but it rung out beautifully
[01:17.93] And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before
[01:25.26] So I took my guitar, and I smashed it against the wall
[01:31.62] I smashed it against the floor
[01:33.95] I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
[01:37.05] Smashed it against the hood of a car
[01:39.08] Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson
[01:42.77] The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat
[01:50.46] And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
[01:55.77] Mummy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
[02:01.86] Slowly I turned, step by step, I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
[02:08.73] Right upto the foot of their bed
[02:11.01] I raised the guitar high above my head
[02:14.95] And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down
[02:18.35] Upon the centre of the bed, my father woke up, screaming "Stop!"
[02:24.08] "Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do ya think you're doin'?
[02:28.45] That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!"
[02:34.05]
[02:36.59] And I said: "God dammit daddy!
[02:41.42] You know I love you, but you've got a hell of a lot to learn about rock an' roll"
[02:49.82]