Lyrics An Acquaintance Strikes A Chord - The Good Life

An Acquaintance Strikes A Chord

He couldn’t make it sing
The strings had grown so worn
They made his fingers bleed
Soon after the event he made an acquaintance
Whose fingers bled as well
Forming scabs that never heal
Would you play a song for me?
Some wilting melody
That drifts over the sunflowers
To some far away country
Won’t you play a song for me?
With words like push pins?
They stick into my heart…
And bleed out resonance
These songs are all asleep
They lay dormant inside of me
This vacant recitation.
i can’t resuscitate them
Won’t you play a song for me?
Let the words escape your mouth!
Scream out what you’ve lost!
In song it will be found
He broke his old guitar
He smashed it on his bedpost
Where he used to dream up lovers
Kissing his forehead, «good morning.»