Wasted

20160330_205442.jpgIt’s Tuesday night

And the bandnight’s on.

Three friends gather

Two guitars, bass, no drum.

Tuning up takes us a while

Catching up on what’s makes us smile.

What to play?

Something out of the canon

From our youth,

Up to the present.

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Five years, is this all we’ve got?

Five years, adds up to this jot.

Five years, wasted playing with this clot.

Wasted five years, all gone to pot.

 

Wasted five years, I once played in a band.

Wasted five years, we toured ‘cross the land.

Wasted five years, has it all come to this?

Wasted five years of static and hiss.

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Five years on, I’ve learned quite a lot.

Five years on, Satchmo to hotchpotch.

Five years on, I still play root notes

Five years on, rhythm being coaxed.

Five years on, I must practise more.

Five years on, life interferes, becomes a chore.

Five years on, then out pops a cork.

Five years on, saluting fans in New York.

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Five years, I close my eyes.

Wasted five years wanting legato, not sighs.

Five years of raising eye brows.

Wasted five years of letting me down.

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Five years on, here’s where I am.

Five years on, I play bass and bam.

Five years on, feels great when we roam.

Five years on, entering the zone.

20160330_205657.jpgFive years, it could be worse.

Five years of playing, not a curse.

Five years of Sultans of Swing,

Five years of times when we ping.

Five years of moidering this song.

Five years of singing along.

Five years, my picking is great.

Five years of it’s not too late.

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It’s Tuesday night

And the bandnight’s on.

Three friends gather

Two guitars, bass, no drum.

We’re still playing

After all this time.

Three friends together

Hot water, beer and wine.

Close your eyes,

Listen with your thumb.

Reach for the prize.

Pick, hammer or strum.

And Tuesday night

Doesn’t fade away.

We still meet,

Older, more foolish and grey.

The mishit notes.

Our play jars a lot.

Yet when we connect,

That’s when we’re hot!

 

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Wasted five years of playing with this clot.

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Five years on being put on the spot.

20160330_205657.jpgFive years of lyrical  flight,

Five years, of giving us life.

 

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Wasted five years of not being heard.

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Five years on, of music and word.

20160330_205657.jpgFive years, well, here’s where we are.

Five years, have we come far ?

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It’s Tuesday night

And the bandnight’s on.

Three friends gather,

Two guitars, bass, no drum.

It’s Tuesday night

And the bandnight’s on.

Three friends gather,

Two guitars, bass, no drum.

It’s Tuesday night

And the bandnight is on.

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One thought on “Wasted

  1. Brilliant Bernie. There is nothing better than unplugged guitar especially with your mates, drinks and laughs. Sounds so much fun. Can I come? Tee hee. I can’t play a triangle. XX

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