Tubthumper
02-Jul-07, 22:44
In the life of every music-maker
There surely comes a moment clear and bright
Where all the years spent as booty-shaker
Just once will bring a burst of sweetest light
Time spent down years finding how to master
The inspiration sweeps fingers like brush
Upon the canvas of Stratocaster
As the rhythm pulses and the crowd hush
A moment only; three minutes at most
As that solo’s the envy of his peers
And no intonation is ever lost
But the audience might be moved to tears
A moment only, the pub empties fast
A God, for a second, the moment’s past
There surely comes a moment clear and bright
Where all the years spent as booty-shaker
Just once will bring a burst of sweetest light
Time spent down years finding how to master
The inspiration sweeps fingers like brush
Upon the canvas of Stratocaster
As the rhythm pulses and the crowd hush
A moment only; three minutes at most
As that solo’s the envy of his peers
And no intonation is ever lost
But the audience might be moved to tears
A moment only, the pub empties fast
A God, for a second, the moment’s past