From the recording FAWM 2024
Being February Album Writing Month, sometimes the muse takes you in weird directions. Enter one of my guitars deciding that this year the bridge is going to heave up almost a half inch. I love this guitar, so I thought, hmm weird love song of sorts.
I'm broke, so repairs are going to be a challenge, but a luthier friend suggested I take the strings off, place a damp sponge in an open container inside, wrap it in plastic, and lock it away in the case for a couple of weeks. They've also offered to take a look at it to see if anything else might be going on besides humidity issues, since the rest of my instruments are all fine. Fingers crossed.
Lyrics
You look and sound so pretty, though you break more every day
I try and try to save you, but I just don't have a way
To make you right, to make you whole
To cure that bridge bulge so you play well
Don't have the tools, don't have the cash
But I'm doing what I can to make you last
My broken six string
The first time that I saw you it was love
Came in just for strings, tried you out
Put money down, on lay away
I'd soon get you home to have to hold
The music we'd make, and shows we'd play
My broken six string
We've played all across this mitten state
From tiny shows to great big stages
You never let me down
With purest notes you sang so well
Everybody asked about you
And I won't let you down
You look and sound so pretty, though you break more every day
I try and try to save you, but I just don't have a way
To make you right, to make you whole
To cure that bridge bulge so you play well
Don't have the tools, don't have the cash
But I'm doing what I can to make you last
My broken six string