Guitar

I like playing my guitar and imagining so many people listening
All smiling and bobbing their heads, yas
When they dance they look like peanut kids
The dusty ones are from the forest

When the film is in my mind
Golden grainy girls sitting on the grass, topless
I'm standing by a Marshall stack
I got this sunburst relic rock 'n roll headband in flight
The frequencies pumped in my amp are in the bandwidths of light
Shine on

My reality so soon becomes irrelevant, I'm standing in my underwear
Yelling over the television, peaking a million stereo speakers
Speaking to the one heart of the myriad seekers
Cause I like playing by guitar



Credits
Writer(s): William Stafford
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