This is the sound a guitar makes. I can’t play guitar, or anything for that matter, but some of my friends can. I played the violin when I was little, but I kinda sucked at it. My friend Evan can play the guitar…He’s a nice kid.
The sound of the guitar echoes in the room. They’re waiting for me. Waiting for me to pick a note and start singing. But the words, they don’t come. They freeze in my throat for a second too long. He plays the note again. I open my mouth.
Sitting in the bathroom you can hear
the sweet melody passing through your ears.
My fingers strum across the strings of my guitar,
I think I’ll stick to acoustic before I go and rock hard.
I sit in here in the bathroom to get good acoustics
because this is the best place for me to think.
Yeah I know it sounds weird but thats just me
being the goofy musician I wanna be!
I love to play my guitar, I’ve played since I was a child
my passion for music blazes like a fire burning wild.
You should try this sometime, its good for the heart
but trust me, it gets better, this is just the beginning part.
the type of music that makes me feel at home and soft and cozy. the kind of music my dad plays around the fire, on his old guitar. he sings too. it reminds me a lot of the summer when i was young and chasing fireflies still. its safe and warm, and i want to learn to play guitar, too. its about small concerts and being with people who i actually enjoy. and the smell of summer, too. the grass and stained knees, eating marshmallows with my dad plays “rocky racoon” every night.
play me something real, please. play me something that i am going to believe was written just about the way my hair catches the light and play it mellow. no, don’t. i’m joking, i don’t want anything cheesy. i just want it acoustic.
my favorite type of music, soulful and perfect, meaningful, heartfelt, i express my love to thee through song. strum perfect, soft voice, serenade me baby.
My guitar is old with age, worn down and pretty beat up from all the songs it has had to wail out. It’s red and scratched and definitely no longer shiny. The strings are dull and have lost their glossiness and are pretty loose. I constantly have to re-tune it, just about every other day or so.
some of the best songs are even better when played acoustic. Like Jason Mraz. A lot of his stuff is phenomenal when he plays it on his guitar. I feel like if most music was played acoustically the world would be a happier place.
Animals have much greater acoustic abilities than humans, so when Roul saw his dog stop and prick up his ears he paid attention.
“What is it boy?”
The dog stared in the direction of the shrubbery and emitted a low growl.
He let the dog off its lead and it lept forward into the bushes. Bang, a whimper, then nothing.
A man stepped out, gun in hand. “That was your first stupid mistake,” he said pointing the weapon at Roul’s body.
if you could live your life in acoustic, or in electric, which would you choose? electric is clubbing, raving, dancing and partying all night long. acoustic is relaxing on the beach, tanning, and being in love. the beatles say love is all you need, could they really be wrong?
The acoustics resonated around the hall as I bashed and clanged in the kitchen. God I was angry. Why on earth I have to put up with such insolence and cockiness from a bunch of old ladies with nothing better to do than crochet coat hanger covers I’ll never know.
usually i think of acoustic guitar.
there is something about this word that is just so raw and laid back.
its sincere.
No lies just the straight truth.
and if you like it or not well too bad.
in some sense it is kind of bad-ass.
An aoustic guitar takes you to a different place than most other instruments. It takes you to a hollow cave where you’re words bounce off the walls like rubber. Anyone can hear you, but your movements are drowned out by the dripping water. The mouth of the cave is covered in strings that when plucked, reverberate throughtout the entire enclosure. This is the kind of rush that guitarists get.
The concert hall’s acoustics carried the enchanting sound of the beautiful woman’s voice to the very back, where everyone could hear its glory touch their souls and penetrate their very bodies. The sounds were so pure the only thing in the room was them and the sound, and the lady in the sparkly,
Tell it like it was. And how it was not. And how things were. Listen, Listen to it flowing seamless . Think . Think about it how it is really suppose to clash. Think about the way it is not right. Twas’ life.
guitars play some fine stories…
speakers
loud
maybe a guitarra
maybe a trumpet love trumpet
Callas singing Bizet
Chet Baker and his horn
or his arm – depends
so when you find a
guitar – PLAY
he sat up on stage, looked around the dimly lit dive bar and exhaled. one long deep exhale. he was nervous. it was his first set, and it was acoustic. he loved the authenticity of the instrument in an acoustic set. it calmed him. it felt wholesome, real, genuine. it felt like him.
The acoustic sound of the guitar resonated throughout the hall. Usually the mood was quite upbeat, but tonight it was mellow and subdued. It was soft, fitting the mood of the evening and filling the silence that rested over everyone.
Acoustic guitars. Hmm. I actually don’t know the difference between acoustics and not simply because I don’t play guitar or listen to it. I prefer piano.
the vibrations of the strings under her fingers sent ripples of calm coursing through her veins. She finally felt at peace. The notes of the music climbed through the air, surrounding her in t
The old acoustic guitar is lying there collecting dust. I can’t remember the last time it had been picked up and played, its wooden body caressed and strings plucked.
Guitars. When I hear ‘acoustic’, I think of my friends strumming on guitars as they carefully attempt to play their way through a song that they’ve just barely learned. I remember fun times listening to them sing.
this word again. well. it takes me back to the place i once knew. when everything was so simple, we could take a stick and some string, and make music out of it. beautiful music, infact. i miss those days when you walk down the street and all you would see are the rastas holding their new inventions, singing songs of hope and love. not to mention the ganja.
the lovely sound that emits from guitars and pianos and vocal chords. It can be as beautiful and melodious as the or of the wind in the willows or as dischordant as the first cries of a newborn babe fresh from the womb. or a combination of both. beautiful either way
guiars that are played on mars. The little maritans dance, to there hearts desire. With burning pashions, they are set on fire, chanting singing laughing too, the beat around the bush and chant yoo whoo, speak oh speak you little green man, the one who speaks riddles whilist playing a jam, eat it with with.
guitar and johnny soft musicand sex things tht make a person warm sounds different rehlm time zone..arent goin to eat things that are wonderful we al do it when we feel this way blue and powder time goes quickly we are done things elvovle happen sounds fellings world events happy ppl holly and johnny bomb wonderful we all need to do this once in awhile happens time and essence flows lovely happy thoughts anger and disappointment always nver endind things are as they are we are one love and hate fine line is this over wen self doubt and carry on drama self is taught we concer to what is and then we decide we are not happy what is it all about depression and sleep.. things are as they are wen we have doubt accoustic facebook is key wen is this over
An acoustic guitar is being played by a man in a cowboy hat. He sits on a stool in front of a microphone trying to portray his song with his acoustic guitar. He sings of happy days, eating pancakes, and thinking about laying in bed all day. His music is good.
guitars. i think about guitars and the way their strings move and vibrate and work together to create something filled with echoes and comfort. it tells a story of mystery and rawness. it is pressureless and playful
acoustic guitar. one of my favorite kinds of music. the sound of the strings being strummed sounds so metallic, so aqueous, so relaxing. like a waterfall. falling water. i can fall asleep with it.. wether its an angry song or happy.
Acoustic is natural wood? acoustic means halls. echos. great music. voices. john butler trio. immersed. worship. beltway baptist… i appreciate how the most beautiful of noises are acoustic
This is the sound a guitar makes. I can’t play guitar, or anything for that matter, but some of my friends can. I played the violin when I was little, but I kinda sucked at it. My friend Evan can play the guitar…He’s a nice kid.
The sound of the guitar echoes in the room. They’re waiting for me. Waiting for me to pick a note and start singing. But the words, they don’t come. They freeze in my throat for a second too long. He plays the note again. I open my mouth.
The acoustics bounded back from the trees, surrounding the camp as the firelight bounced back in musical unison.
Sitting in the bathroom you can hear
the sweet melody passing through your ears.
My fingers strum across the strings of my guitar,
I think I’ll stick to acoustic before I go and rock hard.
I sit in here in the bathroom to get good acoustics
because this is the best place for me to think.
Yeah I know it sounds weird but thats just me
being the goofy musician I wanna be!
I love to play my guitar, I’ve played since I was a child
my passion for music blazes like a fire burning wild.
You should try this sometime, its good for the heart
but trust me, it gets better, this is just the beginning part.
the type of music that makes me feel at home and soft and cozy. the kind of music my dad plays around the fire, on his old guitar. he sings too. it reminds me a lot of the summer when i was young and chasing fireflies still. its safe and warm, and i want to learn to play guitar, too. its about small concerts and being with people who i actually enjoy. and the smell of summer, too. the grass and stained knees, eating marshmallows with my dad plays “rocky racoon” every night.
play me something real, please. play me something that i am going to believe was written just about the way my hair catches the light and play it mellow. no, don’t. i’m joking, i don’t want anything cheesy. i just want it acoustic.
my favorite type of music, soulful and perfect, meaningful, heartfelt, i express my love to thee through song. strum perfect, soft voice, serenade me baby.
My guitar is old with age, worn down and pretty beat up from all the songs it has had to wail out. It’s red and scratched and definitely no longer shiny. The strings are dull and have lost their glossiness and are pretty loose. I constantly have to re-tune it, just about every other day or so.
some of the best songs are even better when played acoustic. Like Jason Mraz. A lot of his stuff is phenomenal when he plays it on his guitar. I feel like if most music was played acoustically the world would be a happier place.
Acoustic. Sound. The resenence of soul through auadable waves. Soul. Love. Its truely amazing…..
Animals have much greater acoustic abilities than humans, so when Roul saw his dog stop and prick up his ears he paid attention.
“What is it boy?”
The dog stared in the direction of the shrubbery and emitted a low growl.
He let the dog off its lead and it lept forward into the bushes. Bang, a whimper, then nothing.
A man stepped out, gun in hand. “That was your first stupid mistake,” he said pointing the weapon at Roul’s body.
if you could live your life in acoustic, or in electric, which would you choose? electric is clubbing, raving, dancing and partying all night long. acoustic is relaxing on the beach, tanning, and being in love. the beatles say love is all you need, could they really be wrong?
“Sweet dreams,” he sang to his newborn daughter, strumming away lovingly on his guitar. He had been though a lot.
The acoustics resonated around the hall as I bashed and clanged in the kitchen. God I was angry. Why on earth I have to put up with such insolence and cockiness from a bunch of old ladies with nothing better to do than crochet coat hanger covers I’ll never know.
usually i think of acoustic guitar.
there is something about this word that is just so raw and laid back.
its sincere.
No lies just the straight truth.
and if you like it or not well too bad.
in some sense it is kind of bad-ass.
An aoustic guitar takes you to a different place than most other instruments. It takes you to a hollow cave where you’re words bounce off the walls like rubber. Anyone can hear you, but your movements are drowned out by the dripping water. The mouth of the cave is covered in strings that when plucked, reverberate throughtout the entire enclosure. This is the kind of rush that guitarists get.
The concert hall’s acoustics carried the enchanting sound of the beautiful woman’s voice to the very back, where everyone could hear its glory touch their souls and penetrate their very bodies. The sounds were so pure the only thing in the room was them and the sound, and the lady in the sparkly,
blue
dress…..
some songthat is not performedat studio and is performed live using usually a guitar.a voice
Tell it like it was. And how it was not. And how things were. Listen, Listen to it flowing seamless . Think . Think about it how it is really suppose to clash. Think about the way it is not right. Twas’ life.
guitars play some fine stories…
speakers
loud
maybe a guitarra
maybe a trumpet love trumpet
Callas singing Bizet
Chet Baker and his horn
or his arm – depends
so when you find a
guitar – PLAY
he sat up on stage, looked around the dimly lit dive bar and exhaled. one long deep exhale. he was nervous. it was his first set, and it was acoustic. he loved the authenticity of the instrument in an acoustic set. it calmed him. it felt wholesome, real, genuine. it felt like him.
The acoustic sound of the guitar resonated throughout the hall. Usually the mood was quite upbeat, but tonight it was mellow and subdued. It was soft, fitting the mood of the evening and filling the silence that rested over everyone.
Acoustic guitars. Hmm. I actually don’t know the difference between acoustics and not simply because I don’t play guitar or listen to it. I prefer piano.
the vibrations of the strings under her fingers sent ripples of calm coursing through her veins. She finally felt at peace. The notes of the music climbed through the air, surrounding her in t
The acoustic guitar sounded hollow in the empty hall. Everything echoed. There was no real song, just a soulful yearning in the sounds.
The old acoustic guitar is lying there collecting dust. I can’t remember the last time it had been picked up and played, its wooden body caressed and strings plucked.
freedom from astetics, a raw expression of a god given gift to share the soul.
Guitars. When I hear ‘acoustic’, I think of my friends strumming on guitars as they carefully attempt to play their way through a song that they’ve just barely learned. I remember fun times listening to them sing.
this word again. well. it takes me back to the place i once knew. when everything was so simple, we could take a stick and some string, and make music out of it. beautiful music, infact. i miss those days when you walk down the street and all you would see are the rastas holding their new inventions, singing songs of hope and love. not to mention the ganja.
the lovely sound that emits from guitars and pianos and vocal chords. It can be as beautiful and melodious as the or of the wind in the willows or as dischordant as the first cries of a newborn babe fresh from the womb. or a combination of both. beautiful either way
guiars that are played on mars. The little maritans dance, to there hearts desire. With burning pashions, they are set on fire, chanting singing laughing too, the beat around the bush and chant yoo whoo, speak oh speak you little green man, the one who speaks riddles whilist playing a jam, eat it with with.
guitar and johnny soft musicand sex things tht make a person warm sounds different rehlm time zone..arent goin to eat things that are wonderful we al do it when we feel this way blue and powder time goes quickly we are done things elvovle happen sounds fellings world events happy ppl holly and johnny bomb wonderful we all need to do this once in awhile happens time and essence flows lovely happy thoughts anger and disappointment always nver endind things are as they are we are one love and hate fine line is this over wen self doubt and carry on drama self is taught we concer to what is and then we decide we are not happy what is it all about depression and sleep.. things are as they are wen we have doubt accoustic facebook is key wen is this over
An acoustic guitar is being played by a man in a cowboy hat. He sits on a stool in front of a microphone trying to portray his song with his acoustic guitar. He sings of happy days, eating pancakes, and thinking about laying in bed all day. His music is good.
guitars. i think about guitars and the way their strings move and vibrate and work together to create something filled with echoes and comfort. it tells a story of mystery and rawness. it is pressureless and playful
acoustic guitar. one of my favorite kinds of music. the sound of the strings being strummed sounds so metallic, so aqueous, so relaxing. like a waterfall. falling water. i can fall asleep with it.. wether its an angry song or happy.
guitar
river
cristal
birds
rock
theater
bell
waterfall
Maybe I should write a sentence?
Your lips on my skin, your tongue on my teeth. Each combine to make an acoustic lullaby of your love song to me.
Acoustic is natural wood? acoustic means halls. echos. great music. voices. john butler trio. immersed. worship. beltway baptist… i appreciate how the most beautiful of noises are acoustic
I put my guitar down. She’d ran from my room like she’d left the oven on.
its a kind of guitar!!! i think…. and it is also fun to say!!!! it has 3 syllbales!!…i dont know how to spell….