Vibrations
I turn the tuning pegs on my guitarr all night.
In my childhood mother had an untuned piano.
That’s the reason my pitch hearing’s all messed up.
When I moved out she bought an expensive piano.
A few Hertz more or less, does it matter at all?
That new brand piano was never played on at all.
There’s a detective pacing outside my house.
Moving with an impeccable 4/4 beat.
Gathering proof of everything that can go wrong.
Looking in the magnifying glass on each downbeat.
Is that the grim reaper’s footsteps on the pavement?
Is that stain motoroil or blood on the pavement?
All night I’m awake adjusting the tuning pegs.
Searching warmth from the guitar body’s vibrations.
A few Hertz more or less, how can it matter so much?
Whatever we call it, it’s all vibrations.
Each night I’m awake untuning my guitarr.
Each night failing to hear mother’s voice in my guitarr.
In my childhood mother had an untuned piano.
That’s the reason my pitch hearing’s all messed up.
When I moved out she bought an expensive piano.
A few Hertz more or less, does it matter at all?
That new brand piano was never played on at all.
There’s a detective pacing outside my house.
Moving with an impeccable 4/4 beat.
Gathering proof of everything that can go wrong.
Looking in the magnifying glass on each downbeat.
Is that the grim reaper’s footsteps on the pavement?
Is that stain motoroil or blood on the pavement?
All night I’m awake adjusting the tuning pegs.
Searching warmth from the guitar body’s vibrations.
A few Hertz more or less, how can it matter so much?
Whatever we call it, it’s all vibrations.
Each night I’m awake untuning my guitarr.
Each night failing to hear mother’s voice in my guitarr.