My Custom-Shop Gibson (EN)

My Custom-Shop Gibson

I've been proud of your name
In mahogany flame,
But the bridge failed when I pulled the scoop up!
A fine tuner froze,
The arm went slack as a hose,
And every pitch picked a gap!

The knife-edge slipped 'cause I pulled it hard
When I chased the note singing in my head,
And the song would not obey command
Now I chase for a hex wrench and a patience of dead!

My custom-shop Gibson sings out of tune!
The Floyd-Rose broke, echo filled the room!
I bend the scoop till the strings protest,
Until true chord will beat in my combо
And in my chest!

The locking nut holds
What the tremolo lost,
A bright mark where the metal split,
I hear laughter of all
Behind the wall,
Where the evil sound guys sit!

My perfect skills are out of the question,
The wannabes pray on my name,
But no one can avoid the moment of passion,
When a damned tremolo refuses to tame!

My custom-shop Gibson sings out of tune!
The Floyd-Rose broke, echo filled the room
I bend the scoop till the strings protest,
Until true chord will beat in my combо
And in my chest!

I’ll reset the strings, I’ll lower the action,
I’ll find the place where the overtones bloom,
And if another bridge won’t carry my passion,
I’ll build another road through the ruin,
The ruin
Of cursed studio room!

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