még nem rendeltem gitárt e-bayen keresztül (több okból sem), szóval ezzel kapcsolatban nem igazán tudok tapasztalatot megosztani...
ne érts félre, nem ellenzem, ha minél jobb cuccokon tudok (tudnék) játszani... azt hozom, amim van, azt adom, amit tudok... csak most így ebbe belegondolva fura érzés lenne a következőket üvöltözni a mikrofonba, ha egy usa prs lenne belekötve a (nem létező) mesa boogie fejembe és ládámba:
it's a gypsy life that we live
and we all pass away in the end
there's no easy day on the job
and it never gets easier
we survive everything
cause we're made of the worst type
getting down on everything
that is worth of getting down
we run with our shadow
we vomit blood
we wear the white collar
like the blue, cause it's all fucked
our glasses are always half full
even beyond the point of gain
when we start loosing again
we don't sink, we just fuckin' swim
we are the ones
with our hearts on our sleeves
but when it's time
we roll up that shit
our hearts are blackened
but our smile still kills
we are the ones
with our hearts on our sleeves
we go out
when it's time to go
and we take what is ours
never let go
know what's important
and let the rest fall
we take what is ours
and never... never let go! |