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The Tale of My Banjo – a song

The Tale of My Banjo – a song

I got a banjo

but I just don’t play it

and the people

they love me for that;

then one day

I opened up the case,

grabbed my banjo

and strummed it’s face

and the people

they didn’t like that;

they cut my strings

with a pair of pliers,

said they didn’t

but they’re all liars,

and the people

they were not bothered.

I got a banjo

I do not play it

because the people

snipped my strings.

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Intro Am F C G

Am F

Now listen here my friend

C G

to these words I have to say;

Am. F

and let us not pretend

C. G

that the truth will go away.

Dm

I am here,

Am

and here I’ll stay;

C G

in Cornwall, ‘til the end.

Am. F

I don’t know why the family went away;

C

but, now I’m back,

G

I am here

Am

in Cornwall,

F C G

for forever, and a day.

Am F

I don’t know why the family went away;

C

but, now I’m back, I am here,

G

and I am here to stay…

Am

in Cornwall, in Cornwall…

F C G

for forever, and a day.

Dm

I am here,

Am

and here I’ll stay;

C G

in Cornwall, ‘til the end.

Guitar Upon the Wall

Guitar Upon The Wall

The guitar hangs upon the wall

like a picture drawn a thousand times;

but, where is the use it needs to feel,

the lyric phrase, the quirky rhymes?

Strings, untuned, coated fine

with the dust of betrayal,

silently thrum to the tune

of an unheard song

from long, long ago;

when, or if, they shall play again

it’s beyond my knowledge to know.

Ukuleleless?

Ukuleleless?

I bought a ukulele

I really don’t know why

I have to play it daily

Though it makes the people cry

And even though I practice

I am not really any good

I may have to give it up

The people wish I would.

Although the tunes are cheery

The strumming winds them up

And songs about the prairie

Are not everybody’s cup

Of tea.

Musically Inept?

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The words and the tune?
Lyrically I’m challenged;
Musically, too!

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A Virtuoso Performance

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A Virtuoso Performance

The violinist stood before the 50,00 strong audience and took a deep breath. Then, he started into the performance of a lifetime. His instrument a part of himself; its soaring melodies seemed to fly like magic from just four strings and one bow; and, even when one string broke with the passion of his performance, he managed to glide over the disability as if nothing had happened – the audience were unaware of this, but would be even more impressed when they learned of this after the show.

For an hour the maestro of the violin entertained and cajoled his audience with a selection of Vivaldi’s Five Seasons (he’d added one more, as he didn’t feel that the quartet had that sparkle without a fifth season (you can admire his reasoning).

Every single man, woman and child in the audience was transported with his playing; the sounds evoking so many different images to the audience that they flew in their dreams to all corners of the creative mindscapes that are possible. Some even achieved their own personal orgasmic moments – it was ‘that’ good.

Finally, the music of the night came to a sweet, yet bitter, end – and he stood straight to take a bow to the applause.

It was at that moment that his music stand failed and the device folded back on itself, revealing an A4 page of… it wasn’t musical notation… it was a little ‘note to self’.

It seemed that the maestro may have been a little nervous and had taken some pains to try to get over the issue by attaching a reassuring comfort note to his music stand – the words on the A4 paper read:

A4

He was even more popular after this.