[X4StringDrive]

The poem before the song...

Staring at the flickering screen
my eyes begin to numb
I go and grab some more caffeine
what have I now done
an office chair at home so plush
tucked in a corner space
just sitting here when came a rush
brought a smile right to my face
its 1 AM this days been long
its time I go to bed
I'll close this out with a new song
that just popped in my head


Our University song
By X4 Kenny

Vs1
Finger picking killer slide
hybrid playing too
gear reviews and improv help
all stuff you never knew

Vs2
Guitar techs and guru mods
featured members radio
backing tracks all kind of facts
even on home studios

Chorus
G F B&B
the only place you need to be
you'll be the best with your degree
from Lorange & Mullins University

Vs3
Guitar news and polling booths
great troubleshooting threads
get feedback on your playing
and showcase your best shreds

Vs4
Collaborations archive files
a music lounge to rest
Teachers, Idols, Specialist
this forum is the best

Chorus
G F B&B
the only place you need to be
you'll be the best with your degree
from Lorange & Mullins University

[carol m]

Thank you dear friends for all your wishes
I specially like the line - 'Don't do the dishes!'
Already I feel a little bit better
Although not yet a real trend-setter
I hope that it lasts, its done it before
Gave hope of recovery, and then slammed the door.

I've just been browsing the dreaded ebay!
In search of a MAC with not too much to pay
It would be in addition to my shiny new PC!
Well, that's quite an indulgence, and its all about ME!
Do you think I've gone crazy? I don't think I care
I'll snaffle a deal, then keep them all in my lair
A little back room with all of my toys
A place for the playing and singing the joys
Of Garage Band, Reaper and a few odds and ends
(I think that my poor health could be on the mend)
Perhaps it is true that the buying of stuff
Can cheer up a head that is burdened with snuff(les)

I think I will have a bit of a strum
I think its a wonder - the opposable thumb
Without it we all would be, not up to much
We'd be stuck with a fist and a limited touch
Instead we play guitars, and can even climb trees
And, if we try hard, we can hold onto our knees.

This post has turned silly...I think I'm recovered
So now I'll bow out before I get smothered
With boos and with hisses
Instead of fond kisses
And to end with a limerick
Must mean I'm not sick

[starsailor]

Kind of at a loose end
So I thought I'd peruse
This thread again
Been a long time
My dear friends
It sits here lonely
Unamused
Now history
And seldom used
It's good to know though
That if we choose
We can pop over
And peruse
The poetry
Lyrics and Rhyme
Within this thread
There is enshrined
A tomb of tomes
From various homes
That wait to be awoken
And when they're read
A spark ignites
For words
They help us
See the light

[knight46]

O, pensive and verbose bard
Whose lines I read with leaping heart
This thread is old as are most of us
And something reluctant for us to part
With time I have seen this missive grow
And tower over fields of verse
While taking on a life of its own
Always pleasant never terse
And so it now takes a breath again
And rises to new towering heights
A symbol of our rapt attention
A restatement of our poetic might.

[carol m]

Our Knight's gone all eloquent
And Chris breaths new life
In this elderly thread that is not always relevant
But is always a pleasure if members have strife
In their lives or their music, or perhaps with the wife
Everyone's welcome to join in the fun
With a turn of a phrase or some gut wrenching pun
To pracitce our rhyming was the idea at first
But it found its own life as we tried to rehearse
For that one killer lyric
As we all tried to pick it
But found we'd gone into reverse.

[starsailor]

Eloquence it seems abounds
It's poetry in motion
Words meander through the air
Like clouds across the oceans
How good of you to come on board
And share with I your notions

A Knight in shining Armour
An Antipodean Maiden
Visiting a long lost thread
With gifts of words are laden
The words they are no burden
For they're carried in their hearts
As light as whispers on a wind
Caught by an evening breeze
They float down gently to the page
With literary ease
To rearrange themselves as verse
In Poem, Song, Sonnet or tale
And wait for readers to regale

[knight46]

Oh, my goodness...
I feel a case of the vapors coming on. You to do have a way with words.

[Kirk Lorange]

Yes, it's been a while
since I checked this well worn thread,
forty pages long now
and still not put to bed.

So I'll add a little to it
and try to keep it brief
words never were my forte,
but what with being the chief

I feel that I should thank you
and on behalf of Clancy too,
for all the time and effort
that's gone into this tune.

We're both a bit embarassed
by the mention of our names
in choruses and in verses ...
it's a funny sort of fame.

We never did imagine
way back in two double O three
we'd meet such a fine bunch of twangers
here at Gee F Bee and Bee

Thanks!

[starsailor]

A fame richly deserved Kirk
You guys work hard for us
On lessons and on maintenance
You never make a fuss
Your patience and your Knowledge
Enable us to be
Guitar players and songsters
Who make Songs and melodies
So here is a big thankyou
For Gee F Bee and Bee

[knight46]

And a hardy and heart felt ++++++++1 from me

[X4StringDrive]

To our Captian as well as Chief
you and Clancy should surely know
that this site you have created
helps so many wannabe players grow

Yes I am I'm one those
who benefit the most
from all your generosity
you guys make such great host

Don't be a "bit embarassed"
about this "funny sort of fame"
from the other sites out on the web
won't be long till your a household name!

[carol m]

How can we thank thee
Clancy and Kirk?
There are so many ways
That you bring music to our lives
On each and every day.

Without your skills
We all would suck
And sound more like
Some dying duck
Plucking here
And plucking there
Causing friends
To stand and glare

But your great teaching
Lights the way
To our salvation
As we play
Now we twang away
With glee
Making music
Loud and free
Your guiding hand
Has brought salvation
To many lands
And every nation.


(I’d also like to thank you for
Some pricey toys and five guitars-
At least that is the count so far-
I have acquired since I’ve known you
It’s made me poor, but I won’t sue
It’s all been worth it for the joys
Of making music with my toys)

[starsailor]

I notice that it's Forty pages
Once I was young
But now I'm aged
The youthful verses
Written when
We were younger
Women and men
Are now forgotten
But not gone
Fond memories
We can revisit
For now it's time
Continue on
Follow the Rhyme
To Forty one

[carol m]

The weekend comes around again
The guys and gals come out to play
We practice in the hope we stay
In touch with talent, all in vain.

I thought I’d try a different Schema
For my rhyming at our Uni
Alas, my skills grow old and puny
And now I’m lost, in search of a theme-a


Somehow, that did not work well -
I feel the rhyming couplets swell
And burst upon the page in splendour
Tonight I'll go on one big bender.

Do Yanks and Brits have benders too?
Or spend their nights upon the loo?
I doubt I really want to know......
I think I’ll give my didge a blow,

----- o ----- (change of rhythm)

A limerick now would be good
In the past I know that I could
If I practice all night
I think that I might
Rhyme my way out of this one – touch wood.

----- o -------

Threadbare threads are all the rage
They long to strut upon the stage
To flaunt their splendours by the hour
Before they die and turn quite sour.

I like a thread that creaks and groans
It matches those from my old bones
It’s like a friend who’se always there
To comfort you through life’s despair.

It lifts the soul and brings a smile
When all the rest have run a mile
Upon their quest for pastures new
Yet here remain the faithful few.

I feel the rhymes are flowing back-
To write a post and not be slack
Can get the muse behaving proper
The challenge now is – how to stop-a.

[starsailor]

Touche fair lady
Wonderous verse
I'll write something
Should do the trick
But cannot write
A limerick

Yes over here
We do have benders
Drink loads of beer
And drunks befriend us
I've done many
Can't remember
What I did or said
The only reason
I know I did one
Was my aching head
I've slept in ditches
With some witches
Beauties in drunken eyes
But I'm sure some too
Would look at me
'Regret picking this guy'
Oh such fun and jollity
We had with alcohol
And on occasion
I still inbibe it's true
But don't ask what I did
I never have a clue

[carol m]

I was asked a question in an email today by an old friend (early Alzheimers, but who was always 'eccentric'!) who has been ill lately. I thought I would try and cheer him up, and it seems a shame to 'waste' a rhyme when no-one has posted on this thread for....um....days!!! Maybe it will inspire something.....anything??

Why build Troy? you ask
I thought it was clear?
That name was required
To fulfill one great task-
The naming of boys
Who play loose and fast
With the hearts of young women-
I thought that was a given?

Paris was never a popular name
Except for one trollop
Who was off ‘on the game’
And Helen, the best of them-
She was just such a treasure-
Made up for the rest
Judged by every measure.

Sorry to hear you are down in the dumps
With luck you’ll avoid an attack of the mumps
You’ve had all the rest, (I am keeping a tally)
First you climb to the top, then you’re dumped in a valley.

They say that life has its ups and its downs
And many resort to the role of the clown
They smile through the pain of the daily grind
(I heard that they sometimes go out of their mind)
So much better to moan and to groan if you can
I think that that’s always a far better plan -
Give vent to your spleen at the world and its woes
And not wimper and sigh and say “That’s how life goes”.