I’m getting the kicks
From the everlasting juicy licks.
The man with the guitar
Creates the voice of immortality.
Every sacred note
Wrought by the nylon strings
Spawns a soothing ghost
That seeks refuge
In the ears of the present spirits
Both seen and unseen
We’re one with the groove
The unseen magic of this hollowed space
Sweeps away the dark night
Of our fragile souls
One man, one guitar
One piece of sweaty flesh
One piece of dead tree with 6 plastic strings
That’s all it takes
To create infinite ecstasy
To summon the realm of fantasy