My Guitar Is Eating Me Alive
A shiver did my spirit seal
A tithing from the soul
A willowy brook that turns lotic
In the name of repentance
My guilt, eating me alive...
When I have shown my sour face
And swigged my horny mug
In a dive-bar, torn between race
Am I black or white, in this hole I've dug
The night making my music a mistake...
A liar cannot deliver a song
A burning Drake and the night crow
Make my music a suicidal sorrow
My dreams destroying me before the show
Ever begins...
Torn between bright lights and overdose
I am half naked on stage, half dead
The faces black, the applause morose
The mistakes white, the truth mulatto
I am a man without a home...
Now I lay me down to sleep
In the name of repentance
But I cannot, for I cannot dream
Or my guilt will steal my guitar
And eat me alive...
I awaken,
Deeply concerned....
Tony Taylor
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This is intriguing and unusual. A man grappling with a series of images and ideas which seem to have come to him from elsewhere...trying to make sense of them by ordering them into the staves of a poem/song.
I love these lines; particularly the subtle play on the homonym 'crow'. But I would argue that a liar can, indeed, deliver a song...it just never quite rings true!!
Not like your songs, Tony.
J ;)
Hey Thanx JASON!!...... yep!...I know this is a little unusual....... it's because I have a recording project coming up next month and I had ã pretty bizarre dream about it....... which was messing with my decision making process...... and (as I am sure you're aware of). it's like choosing between a favorite friend....... since I have to choose 5 songs only....... so I guess my write was a little "All Over The Place".........thanx for pointing out the positive........ appreciate it bro!!........ttyl:........smiles.......T xo ?✴✳☀
Tony...
This may or may not be "all over the place" (personally, I think that's a little harsh)...but even if it is, that's not necessarily a bad thing! Some of the finest art in the world is the result of an encounter between the artist and thoughts & feelings with which he could not be reconciled.
In the grappling with those feelings...in the attempt to impose order and form thereon...we don't always succeed in finding the form...but quite a lot of the time we do find a work of art. A formless work, more honest and vital because of its formlessness. Those are works worth creating...and certainly worth encountering.
As for your musical dilemma. Yep!...it's tough. My advice: Just do what feels right.
I really love this poem, Tony. Your guitar may be eating you alive ... but as it does so...you're still singing, my friend!!
J ;)
You're such a cool guy Jason!!....... the fact is I DID do some serious "grappling" ........and it all just poured out onto the page....... took me no more than 15 minutes to write this...... took longer to find a picture!!....... smiles.....thanx again brother .......stay cool!!.......T ?
Writen as a true entertainer, performer, guitarist and songwriter!
Living the dream can sometimes turn into a black hole of depression,
Thank you Sir Tony for sharing this poem of deep emotion, wisdom and sorrow.
5 star vote from your devoted fan and follower...
Your talents are truly amazing and appreciated!
your Cyber Bro,...
Q.
Hey QUIXOTIC!! ~thank you for laying that first line out there like that...... it's all four of those things that make up the entirety of the equation in my crazy head....... living the dream...... and mow all the people from my past have gotten together to make this happen......LOT of pressure......I mean, I don't get nervous going on stage in front of 10 thousand people....... but my friends are a different story.......... I'm goin'......and I'm psyched......... just wanna be perfect........they're ALL pretty well known musicians....... anyway, sorry I'm rambling brother....... good lookin' out brother!....... peace.......T xo ??
Hello Tony...
Don't let your guitar eat you...
It is to be eaten by you...
You're going to slam it like a home run...
Take a deep breath and let it go...
You're going to do great!
Hugz and Smiles!
Love and Rockets!
Feathers
Hi Tony, Get up and strum that guitar again!! ##revive the forgotten talent. You can do it damn good!! if I am in the neighbourhood, I will be at your show to cheer you up. #
Just a confession: I don't know how to play a guitar!!
XOXO
Leah
Hey Tony..This is FRIGGIN COOL...You're first human before anything else...Your color and race have nothing to do with your talent....You play your guitar perfectly and that is what matters...Go out there and conquer the world boyfriend!!...LOVE and ROCKETS!!
Hi Tony, this one could also make a great song. With just a bit of a gently guitar...
However, I wish you much nicer dreams ;)
Dario
Hi Tony A dream and a half my friend it feels
as I read of the dream, concerns of feeling somewhat not worthy
At this point I read your replies to your other comments which I rarely do
I hope you smashed the recordings!
in my eyes you are a very talented writer and i would love to
listen to your own songs some day.
I thought your poem was an honest humbling piece
A great write
Love n hugs Debs xo
My Dear Brother Poet Tony,
In these moments of introspective darkest sorrow
There is a well lit path
That will lead you back to the glorious sunshine
For if guilt has stolen your guitar, and is eating you alive
Lay it down and take up the other instrument you so excel with
Your remarkable pen, which plucks magic melodies
From the drawstrings of your soul
They mesmerize and entrance your readers
To such an unbelievable extent
That we "Eat You Up Alive Too"
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx