This one's for Neil.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited October 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Neil Young, the man is a true talent.
A true musician.
He's approaching half a century of music I am sure.
And he's approachable I am sure.
With strings bent on heavy reverb distortion digs a
trench like chasm into my head.
Energetic rocking out heavy riffs and the swaying man
are like a wave no one can ride and beautifully crashing on a beach.
He's a plow parting everything in the path that is called Neil.
Softly an acoustic guitar holds tune with a harmonica, filling
the air with a friend.
No flash in the dresser or closet.
Just some faded blue jeans and a t-shirt like one I might wear.
If I wear born a guitarist's amp, I'd be Neil's amp.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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