2 Guitars - Graham Smith

I’m much happier than I seem to be

Life is laugh-out-loud hilarious

Twenty-four hours a day

And I have stuck to that belief vehemently

And that’s no doubt the primary cause

Of my uneven grief and malaise

So I’m still whispering

In case you haven’t noticed

I’ve gone halfway down to dumb and heaven only knows what’s next

And you’re still not listening

You’re losing your focus

The noise develops and envelops you until you’re deaf

But it’s just all too easy

Another unproductive day

Well, I ask you if you’ll ever need me

You say no, no

So I can say you never told me so

But you’re breaking the rules

You’re laying the groundwork for a rebellion

You’re playing with fire

You’re making a liar out of me

And you’re playing the fool

Enabling the ouster of all your skeletons

Take a minute and let it settle

And are you proud to be a runaway?

Amongst a throng of strangers

A threat if only to yourself

So you quench your thirst with some new anger

But it’s never, ever quite enough

And the evidence is piling up

And the slender ties that bind us are stuck

I’m out of time and I am fucked

This absolutely wasn’t supposed to happen

It was supposed to be a walk in the park

But then these storm clouds descended and our sojourn ended

And now we’re making art in the dark

And I told them not to say a single word to you

And this is the last thing that I intended to put you through

What could I have expected her to do?

And by some cruel twist of fate the last thing she heard was

Two guitars, one manic and one angry

That faded like two streaks of light

They sounded like a happy family

As they kissed her sunken cheeks goodnight

To float away on down the river

And never come upstream again

Oh, I promise that I won’t deliver her

She buried me in Tennessee

Far away from Venice Beach and all the enemies I’ve made here

We had such good chemistry

I never needed you to censor me, or treat me tenderly

But then that plenipotential energy

Poured down like rain and rendered me utterly unendingly speechless

So now, by God, I hope you see

You could’ve been a better friend to me

I’m sure you’ll whistle as the threnody plays

But as they drop my body into the brusque, indignant earth

I know you’ll realise how sorry you are for whatever it’s worth

But unfortunately that’s precious little

And a few precious uncaptured moments too late

It’s over, baby, it’s official

So now tell me, was it worth the wait?