Love and Death and an American Guitar

Jim Steinman - Rock, Pop
Love and Death and an American Guitar
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Duration: 2:38
Lyrics
[Spoken/Screamed: Jim Steinman] I remember everything I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday I was barely 17, and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome And a voice like a horny angel I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster But I do remember That it wasn't at all easy It required the perfect combination of the right power-chords And the precise angle from which to strike The guitar bled for about a week afterward and the blood was- Ooh... Dark and rich like wild berries The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red The guitar bled for about a week afterward but it rung out beautifully And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall I smashed it against the floor I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader Smashed it against the hood of a car Smashed it against a 1981-Harley Davidson The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat And I ran up the stairs to my parent's bedroom Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of their bed I raised the guitar high above my head And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed My father woke up screaming "Stop...wait a minute..stop it, boy What do you think you're doing? That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument" And I said "God damn it, Daddy! You know I love you But you got a hell of a lot to learn about rock and roll"
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- Jim Steinman