The Red Guitar
Plays his father's guitar and says the songs were already inside it
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.90
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 5.8s
- length
- 3:33
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental, warm) My son bought the red one with his own money, all of it Electric, shiny, a cable thick as my thumb He played it very loud and very badly for a month (for a month) And I said nothing, which was the hardest thing I have done My father said nothing to me either (nothing to me) For a whole year. I understand him now. Finally. The red guitar (the red one) He has to break it himself, that is the lesson The red guitar Nobody ever learned patience from being told In month two he asked me about the fifth string One question. Small. He looked at the floor when he asked it. I answered it and did not add one extra word (one extra word) That restraint took forty years to acquire and it worked (solo palm wine guitar, 8 bars) He came into the room. He sat down. He listened. Month three. He is asking now. Slow money. (HORNS RETURN, WARM) The red guitar (the red one) He has to break it himself, that is the lesson The red guitar Nobody ever learned patience from being told (slow money...)