I was sitting in my guitar room one evening just looking around. It's a cozy little room that I get so much enjoyment from. It's a place where I get to fullfill my creative and artistic needs.
Well, the scene around me got my imagination running and this little story popped out. The video just seemed like a good way to give it some life.
While the story is a product of my imagination, the journel is real.
I hope you all like it.
The Songsmith -- Christian Carnucci
Intro:
Verse 1: Old time guitars, hung from the walls A journal lies open at an unfinished song.
Verse 2: Lines on a page, weathered from age. Handwritten words now, beginning to fade.
Pre-chorus 1: I thumb through the verses, penned through the years. Some of the pages stained by tears.
Verse 3: But I read ever line, and I lose track of time, as the words of the songsmith dance through my mind.
Chorus: Dreams he wove, in the songs he sung. A tapestry is what he spun. The scenes described, they came alive, as he shared his life with everyone.
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Verse 4: He sang about love, fortune and life. How they all slip away like, a thief in the night.
Verse 5: He sang about pain, freedom and fame. How every man's loss is, another man's gain.
Pre-chorus 2: The songs spoke of wisdom, gained through the years. of the trials and virtues of facing fears.
Verse 6: He sang about waste, redemption and grace. How the wisest of all know, the value of faith.
Repeat Chorus:
Intro:
Verse 7: The stories went on, as song after song, he told of his life with his wife and his son.
Verse 8: And through out the years, one thing was clear, family was most what the songsmith held dear.
Pre-chorus 3: The evening grew colder, and the shadows grew long, when I found myself back at the unfinished song.
Verse 9: So I picked up a pen, and I read it again, then I finished the song that, my father began.
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