There's always another budding guitarist.
able to practice thank's to a big parental loan
hoping that fame and fortune
might do him a life-long favour
and create a link up with the big boys of rock
he understands the possibility
of having to wait the fuck out of-when?
maybe watching his dream being shit on time after time
that's why I'm keyboard surfing in anger of course!
at the loss, the waste of someone
who sacrificed blood, sweat and so many nights out on the piss
sympathising on behalf of a fret hot fingerer
fucked off not just by money making fat arsed
parasitical picking and choosing non-players
but above all by lady luck
who turned a blind eye from day one
when he was podded out of
his mother's sliced open stomach
his young desires
whose destiny fate couldn't give a shit about.
There isn't and perhaps never will be
even though he may have the skills
to pale Hendrix into insignificance,
an appreciative, helping hand reaching out to him
only the hard arse kicking brief encounters
with so-called people in the know
who spoke only if the discussions were wrapped in money
well, fuck them man!
show me if no one else
with your fantastic passion for music and fiery fingers
how determination will always, always matter!