I need a pickup.
Then twist and turn to tune.
My body is blue,
Found under the bridge,
Slide up my neck,
Playing with my scales,
Fretting everywhere.
This world is all amped out.
Distorted— too much feedback.
Where’s my whammy bar?
I need to get clean.
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-André Gide
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