As he strummed his acoustic guitar her skin vibrated with anticipation of what was to come. She couldn’t wait to be in his arms; to be strummed as he did that guitar.
Nicolle
I’ve picked up the acoustic guitar – literally – when I was younger. Strummed a few chords and put it down. Other friends picked it up and held it and made beautiful music. I teased them then, I envy them now. It’s never too late to learn, but I think I’d be hard-pressed to train my fingers to dance the way theirs do now.
The acoustic guitar sang in the silence, it’s sad melody drifting through the still air and through the thin walls. It filled the stillness, but not the whole.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to play acoustic guitar. Oh, it would be so easy to write songs. I’ve heard the process of songwriting is magical if you can play guitar or piano. You just strum a few chords and let the music takes you where it wants to go, and then the lyrics just come to you naturally, and I wish I could do that. It would give life more meaning to express it through music.
His song was moving, it touched her, she wasn’t that kind of girl. The kind who sat around pining for guitar playing bad boys, she’d just as easily have no one or be alone. But he, he didn’t sing like someone who thought they were better than they were, he almost seemed afraid as if strumming the chords and singing along was nearly as nerve wracking as sharing his soul.
Andi
I sit with my guitar, trying to come up with a simple song that will reach your ears over the clamorous noise of your day to day life. But all is silent… you probably wouldn’t hear it anyway.
Stephanie Greene
like a gorgeous guitar
a diamond sound
Lou Reed unamplified,
it is how nature
and /or God intended it.
Play on.
Buddah Moskowitz
I wish I could play the acoustic guitar! It will be one of the talents I have acquired before I die! My dad got me a brand new Fender acoustic guitar for Christmas, I haven’t had much time to play but I really want to! It’s a great instrument
Allee
the boys aren’t playing acoustic right now. it’s the three of them, hooked up to amps in our kitchen. they sound beautiful, they look beautiful. i love how he sings, i love how he plays. being here, it’s magic
jasmine
it reminds me of a guitar, or really cool music that i enjoy. most music nowadays isn’t acoustic or is really autotuned and crappy. thank goodness for the talented souls who write acoustic music.
Maria Hershey
music indie death cab for cutie concerts guitar set playing no electricity
jennifer
I sit and watching him playing, an acoustic version of a Clapton tune I love. The notes are more than echoing chords. They sing of his love for me in every strum. And I sit and watch, and I love him back.
there’s something soothing about being unplugged
i always like to let my hair down in front of you
let’s dance tonight on the tips of our toes
we can sing and sing and sway
pretend it’s real,
pretend you’re real.
its a word that has to do with music i dont know it can be associated with a guitar and other instruments like an acoustic bass and it has its own amplifyer and it has 8 letters and it has 3 syllables and yeah i think im done…
MinaMitchel
The soft guitar echoes through the night
Melancholy melodies
Olivia Goodwin
i think of sounds, of wood and of lacquer. I think of the glossy veneer of sound, of the resonances in spaces vast and small. The reverberations of ideas among cochlea, in time and space.
Sam
sounds from your guitar as you sit on stage and play a tune about our love and how sometimes we take long walks in the rain. A quiet voice uninterrupted by autotune and the like.
Jasmine
lilting. simple, cheery and free. uninhibited without the ties of sheet music or a full band. It’s the stripping of a song, the exposure of a verse. Nudity. IT can leave you breathless or hopeless but it shows the soul of the song. A whisp and a dream, a hope and a flash. brief but true.
Amanda Croce
The strings on my guitar were covered with a thin layer of gray dust. I brushed them slowly, one by one, and the particles that had inhibited the strings floated to the ground in a large, forgiving cloud.
The acoustic guitar sat in her lap and was strummed. She was playing a peaceful melody that calmed all who heard it. She looked up from the guitar only to see that everyone’s eyes were on her. “What skill you have, young lady.” a man told her as she sat on the sidewalk, cradling her guitar. She simply smiled gently and continued on playing her peaceful melody as if the world was alright.
The sound of the acoustics filled the small room. Almost everyone’s head was turned towards the small shriveled old man. How could a things that ugly produce such beauty? Beauty can only come from what is already beautiful, and this man was certainly not. One woman knew though; she knew that the old man was more beautiful than all of the others in the room combined.
Sarabelle
the loud sound of the guitar pierced through the room, i couldnt believe i was up here on stage. People say that all you have to do to make your dreams come true is want it, but up here in front of thousands of people all i want is to throw up.
becky
I strummed the chords on my new guitar, adding in a few lyrics. It would sound a lot better this way, I thought. I turned on my computer and messaged my guitarist.
Glam Girl
guitars playing in a row about how the birds don’t sing and the windows don’t shine like they used to, can you figure out why the air isn’t clean but the mouths of animals are? give me a reason to believe and i’ll understand how i got here in the first place.
sydney
wonderful music comes from acoustics
guitars
sounds
large theaters built for it
the soul
The acoustics in the gym weren’t the best. In fact, they were terrible. Notes rang forever- not as if anyone would ever hear them anyway. The next morning during the assembly, the buzz of conversation would drown out everything, and any scrap of talent would be lost among giggles and gossip and burping noises. But for now, it was quiet, perfectly silent. He raised the instrument to his lips and played.
Shannon
The guitar was acoustic and carried a beautiful melody when played by fingers who had grown accustomed to the mystical wonder of it’s long, dainty strings that needed only to be teased oh so slightly to produce magic that was enchanting.
Nicki
acoustic music is most of the time how artist really sing and sound. Everything else is music with make up.
Fernando Paredes
a guitar. music. makes me think of taylor swift. or john mayer. or anyone with a guitar for that matter. i like acoustic music. it makes me feel calm and at peace. i feel like those are the kinds of songs that you can most relate to in your life. acoustic music is my favorite kind of music. it’s wonderful.
Natalie De Leary
guitar music love . a form of music that’s usually played by guitar , or anything without amplifiers and all that good stuff .
WAFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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LOVE ; ANASTASIA WONDERLAND
ANASTASIA
I just wrote about acoustic and wanted to remember- but my computer crashed…
Elizabeth
Acoustic guitar by a camp fire. My friend singing while playing the acoustic guitar. A good song sung with only the guitar int eh background. Open mic night when guitarists play.
Samantha Moody
The acoustic guitar tinned in the background. “So, what do you think?” he asked, grazing his finger along the table. “I guess it’s better than I thought,” she answered, looking the other way.
Monica
Attending worship services or special musical programs at St. James Cathedral in Seattle, Washington is as close to being in one of the cathedrals in Europe because of the special design allowing for remarkable acoustics.
Elizabeth
The wind in my ears I hear music. It sings a sad sound, it rings and echoes through the forest.
I hear Pan’s flutes and I know I am too late.
The madness takes over and I dance.
The piano hall was spectacular. The light wood pannles that covered the hall were amazing. The black piano was the freshly tuned, a first, for a girl who grew up with only her grandmother. But there was a less appealing first as she passed the cables backstage to see a blood body hanging from the ceiling.
Skippy
The Hall held thousands of voices all bouncing off the marble and stone. The peels of laughter and gossips was coupled with the clinking of wineglasses and the shuffling of feet. This was not a real party but a den of manipulators and thieves dressed like their were the nobles they thought they were.
As he strummed his acoustic guitar her skin vibrated with anticipation of what was to come. She couldn’t wait to be in his arms; to be strummed as he did that guitar.
I’ve picked up the acoustic guitar – literally – when I was younger. Strummed a few chords and put it down. Other friends picked it up and held it and made beautiful music. I teased them then, I envy them now. It’s never too late to learn, but I think I’d be hard-pressed to train my fingers to dance the way theirs do now.
The acoustic guitar sang in the silence, it’s sad melody drifting through the still air and through the thin walls. It filled the stillness, but not the whole.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to play acoustic guitar. Oh, it would be so easy to write songs. I’ve heard the process of songwriting is magical if you can play guitar or piano. You just strum a few chords and let the music takes you where it wants to go, and then the lyrics just come to you naturally, and I wish I could do that. It would give life more meaning to express it through music.
His song was moving, it touched her, she wasn’t that kind of girl. The kind who sat around pining for guitar playing bad boys, she’d just as easily have no one or be alone. But he, he didn’t sing like someone who thought they were better than they were, he almost seemed afraid as if strumming the chords and singing along was nearly as nerve wracking as sharing his soul.
I sit with my guitar, trying to come up with a simple song that will reach your ears over the clamorous noise of your day to day life. But all is silent… you probably wouldn’t hear it anyway.
like a gorgeous guitar
a diamond sound
Lou Reed unamplified,
it is how nature
and /or God intended it.
Play on.
I wish I could play the acoustic guitar! It will be one of the talents I have acquired before I die! My dad got me a brand new Fender acoustic guitar for Christmas, I haven’t had much time to play but I really want to! It’s a great instrument
the boys aren’t playing acoustic right now. it’s the three of them, hooked up to amps in our kitchen. they sound beautiful, they look beautiful. i love how he sings, i love how he plays. being here, it’s magic
it reminds me of a guitar, or really cool music that i enjoy. most music nowadays isn’t acoustic or is really autotuned and crappy. thank goodness for the talented souls who write acoustic music.
music indie death cab for cutie concerts guitar set playing no electricity
I sit and watching him playing, an acoustic version of a Clapton tune I love. The notes are more than echoing chords. They sing of his love for me in every strum. And I sit and watch, and I love him back.
there’s something soothing about being unplugged
i always like to let my hair down in front of you
let’s dance tonight on the tips of our toes
we can sing and sing and sway
pretend it’s real,
pretend you’re real.
It reverberated about the room, like an acoustic guitar, but much more sinisterly.
“Why have you brought us here?” he asked quietly.
The shadowed figure continued to pluck on the strange instrument, the melodies hauntingly beautiful. It said nothing.
“Please may we go home?” he pleaded.
its a word that has to do with music i dont know it can be associated with a guitar and other instruments like an acoustic bass and it has its own amplifyer and it has 8 letters and it has 3 syllables and yeah i think im done…
The soft guitar echoes through the night
Melancholy melodies
i think of sounds, of wood and of lacquer. I think of the glossy veneer of sound, of the resonances in spaces vast and small. The reverberations of ideas among cochlea, in time and space.
sounds from your guitar as you sit on stage and play a tune about our love and how sometimes we take long walks in the rain. A quiet voice uninterrupted by autotune and the like.
lilting. simple, cheery and free. uninhibited without the ties of sheet music or a full band. It’s the stripping of a song, the exposure of a verse. Nudity. IT can leave you breathless or hopeless but it shows the soul of the song. A whisp and a dream, a hope and a flash. brief but true.
The strings on my guitar were covered with a thin layer of gray dust. I brushed them slowly, one by one, and the particles that had inhibited the strings floated to the ground in a large, forgiving cloud.
The acoustic guitar sat in her lap and was strummed. She was playing a peaceful melody that calmed all who heard it. She looked up from the guitar only to see that everyone’s eyes were on her. “What skill you have, young lady.” a man told her as she sat on the sidewalk, cradling her guitar. She simply smiled gently and continued on playing her peaceful melody as if the world was alright.
The sound of the acoustics filled the small room. Almost everyone’s head was turned towards the small shriveled old man. How could a things that ugly produce such beauty? Beauty can only come from what is already beautiful, and this man was certainly not. One woman knew though; she knew that the old man was more beautiful than all of the others in the room combined.
the loud sound of the guitar pierced through the room, i couldnt believe i was up here on stage. People say that all you have to do to make your dreams come true is want it, but up here in front of thousands of people all i want is to throw up.
I strummed the chords on my new guitar, adding in a few lyrics. It would sound a lot better this way, I thought. I turned on my computer and messaged my guitarist.
guitars playing in a row about how the birds don’t sing and the windows don’t shine like they used to, can you figure out why the air isn’t clean but the mouths of animals are? give me a reason to believe and i’ll understand how i got here in the first place.
wonderful music comes from acoustics
guitars
sounds
large theaters built for it
the soul
The acoustics in the gym weren’t the best. In fact, they were terrible. Notes rang forever- not as if anyone would ever hear them anyway. The next morning during the assembly, the buzz of conversation would drown out everything, and any scrap of talent would be lost among giggles and gossip and burping noises. But for now, it was quiet, perfectly silent. He raised the instrument to his lips and played.
The guitar was acoustic and carried a beautiful melody when played by fingers who had grown accustomed to the mystical wonder of it’s long, dainty strings that needed only to be teased oh so slightly to produce magic that was enchanting.
acoustic music is most of the time how artist really sing and sound. Everything else is music with make up.
a guitar. music. makes me think of taylor swift. or john mayer. or anyone with a guitar for that matter. i like acoustic music. it makes me feel calm and at peace. i feel like those are the kinds of songs that you can most relate to in your life. acoustic music is my favorite kind of music. it’s wonderful.
guitar music love . a form of music that’s usually played by guitar , or anything without amplifiers and all that good stuff .
WAFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<3333333333333333333333333
LOVE ; ANASTASIA WONDERLAND
I just wrote about acoustic and wanted to remember- but my computer crashed…
Acoustic guitar by a camp fire. My friend singing while playing the acoustic guitar. A good song sung with only the guitar int eh background. Open mic night when guitarists play.
The acoustic guitar tinned in the background. “So, what do you think?” he asked, grazing his finger along the table. “I guess it’s better than I thought,” she answered, looking the other way.
Attending worship services or special musical programs at St. James Cathedral in Seattle, Washington is as close to being in one of the cathedrals in Europe because of the special design allowing for remarkable acoustics.
The wind in my ears I hear music. It sings a sad sound, it rings and echoes through the forest.
I hear Pan’s flutes and I know I am too late.
The madness takes over and I dance.
The piano hall was spectacular. The light wood pannles that covered the hall were amazing. The black piano was the freshly tuned, a first, for a girl who grew up with only her grandmother. But there was a less appealing first as she passed the cables backstage to see a blood body hanging from the ceiling.
The Hall held thousands of voices all bouncing off the marble and stone. The peels of laughter and gossips was coupled with the clinking of wineglasses and the shuffling of feet. This was not a real party but a den of manipulators and thieves dressed like their were the nobles they thought they were.
A softly muted melody dreamily trailing its way through the air. It is pure and untainted by harshness, by squeals and growls.
Acoustic guitars are one of the best instruments ever invented. They sound glorious! And acoustic songs are awesome too- pure voice and sound.