Beg, borrow or steal?
That is the question!
When I was back in Dublin last month and visiting my youngest brother, I casually asked about the whereabouts of the acoustic guitar he bought a number of years ago. His stock response: āOh, itās in the attic. I must take it down and start learning againā¦ā Itās an Ibanez AW65 ECE-LG, virtually unused with hard case, so knowing Iād be returning in a couple of weeks, I asked to borrow it. When I got home and took it out for a spin, I was confronted with old strings and an action that would give a pilot vertigo No point in having a nice instrument in unplayable condition, so I brought it to my local luthier for a full setup (nut and bridge filing, truss rod adjustment and new strings).
The good news is that, because it took a few weeks, it wasnāt ready in time to bring back, so now Iām forced to hold on to it here till my next trip
It plays nicely, smooth satin feel to the neck. Happy with the sound and the electrics work fine. Iām not sure what the cutout is for
No point in having a new toy and not playing with it, so I needed a song.
As luck would have it, I fell asleep listening to a Spotify playlist last week and woke up to a cool country song Iād never heard before. A guy called Chris Eckman. I googled the chords and lyrics, but alas nothing on either front
Ah well, itād be good to have a go by myself. I think most of the basic chords are in the ballpark (but not the right extensions). There were only one or two words I couldnāt make out, but some of the lyrics just didnāt make sense to me, so I took liberties and āimprovedā them
This might be the āSound of no returnā in more ways than one!
Lyrics
The snowploughs aināt coming up this way this morning
But that will not stop me, Iāll leave without warning
The white prairie billows. The crucifix poles.
A foam cup in one hand, stiff shot for the road.
I swing past the car lot, I slow down to tell you
Iām leaving right now but the offerās still valid
Radioās scratching, the white noise attack
as good day as any for not turning back
And who would have guessed that weād ever be sure
That weād ever find who you wished that you were
This is the sound, this is the sound of no return
Well youāre right by my side in your world over there
your feet on the dashboard, smoke in your hair
The window half rolled down, itās colder than hell
but that wonāt get fixed, itās been stuck for a year
The windshieldās a movie weāve already seen
mile after mile roles down the screen
The road is more real than the people upon it
each hour leans forward, each minute more honest
Chorus
I hate to think what happens next
how your pretty ass got mixed up in this
Something just pulled me sharp to the west
past the coral and beyond
He wonāt know youāre gone till he wakes from his slumber
picks up the phone dials your dead number
The sweat on my brow questions my motives
but I swear this road is the answer
Chorus
not gonna think how we got here
the whys and wherefores there aināt no profit in that
Iām here in the present, the thick of the thick
itās all that I know and make no sense of it
Love is not crazy, but it aināt without cost
our tracks in the snow, a cruel sign we are lost
but for now weāre still moving, peaks in the distance
cold air your last breath, high groundā¦
My forgiveness
Chorus