Posts Tagged ‘Martin HD28’

Martin

August 28, 2012

Another guitar song, this one by the Zac Brown Band about my favorite brand of guitar.

He was born in the woods
Torn from his home.
Well, he was naked,
And destined
To be out on his own.
And he waited in darkness,
Hoping someone might see,
From something so rough,
What a treasure he’d be.

Stronger than steel and wood.
Seen me through the bad and good.
And when I’m hanging by a string,
Every little thing
Is understood
Between Martin and me.

Well he’s hollow in the middle
From the shape that he’s in.
He’s either filled up with music
Or locked in his shell again.
And it takes some fine tuning
To make him come around,
But he’s a huge piece of me
And I’ll never put him down.

Stronger than steel and wood.
Seen me through the bad and good.
And when I’m hanging by a string,
Every little thing
Is understood
Between Martin and me.

He is a good friend,
And he has his own voice.
And you get what you give;
Sometimes it’s just noise.
But if you treat him well
He will last your life long.
And if you’re honest and open
Well, he will write you a song.
(Write you a song, write you a song)

Stronger than steel and wood.
Seen me through the bad and good.
And when I’m hanging by a string,
Every little thing
Is understood
And when I’m hanging by a string,
Every little thing
Is understood
Between Martin and me.

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This Old Guitar

September 13, 2011
My Martin HD28 by pjbishop93
My Martin HD28, a photo by pjbishop93 on Flickr.

Dozens of songs have been written about guitars. Here’s the one written by John Denver.

This old guitar taught me to sing a love song
it showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
It introduced me to some friends of mine
and brightened up some days
and helped me make it thru some lonely nights. Oh
What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night

This old guitar gave me my lovely lady
it opened up her eyes and ears to me
it brought us close together
and I guess it broke her heart
it opened up the space for us to be
What a lovely place and a lovely space to be.

This old guitar gave me my life my living
all the things you know I love to do
to serenade the stars that shine
from a sunny mountainside
and most of all to sing my songs for you
I love to sing my songs for you.
Yes I do, you know
I love to sing my songs for you