Preacher Man

[Pendragon]

Preacher Man

Pick my guitar up out of it’s second skin,
Attach it’s umbilical chord,
Turn on the Amp and play with the knobs again,
Always somebody messing round with my chosen board.

Hit the fist several notes and let them carry me away,
Far from this trap that’s made of ivory and leather.
Somewhere out there beyond the milky white way,
There’s a place where they are having some really nice weather.

Sun shining just bright enough to burn away the cold mist that formed before the dawn.
Feeling dazed and confused, wondering what is really ever going on…
Feed up with all of the arguments people sling about who is wrong or right,
Waiting on the comfort of the darkness as the moon climbs into the skies tonight…
See, people no longer want to hear anything from this Preacher Man…


Figuring out a dozen-different ways to play Amazing Grace—
Swapping out guitars now and then for keyboards.
Unashamed of the tears that memories bring running down my face—
Picking up the tempo, moving on over into a different chord.

Almost see my friend the piano-player in the shadows playing 88,
Could swear that’s my young protégé backing me up on the bass—
Don’t think I’ve ever played this guitar with so much to celebrate—
Getting lost in the music and I think I just might see His Face

Birds singing outside my window suddenly seem to be keeping rhythm and rhyme.
Even hear a Plaited Woodpecker knocking on a tree and he’s keeping time.
Joy in my heart but it’s just a temporary fix I know,
So I’m holding tightly to this moment and I don’t wanna let it go—
See, people no longer want to hear anything from this Preacher Man…

I did what I could, gave them all I had and more,
Now I stand outside knocking and they just won’t answer that old door—
See, people no longer want to hear anything from this Preacher Man

Guess people would rather hear anything at all than one more word, from this Preacher Man…

Dale Harris
© 11/27/07

Apology to the Eagles : Long Road Out of Eden

[mazHur]

Preacher Man
Do not be disheartened
People happen to be like that
they havn't listened to Prophets
Why would they to you?
Pray, don't play them the guitar
any more
Rather teach them to make one
tell them to go and fetch wood for the neck
and ebony for the fret board,
and gilt T-wire for the frets
Tell them to fetch 3mm ply for the top and the bottom
and a thin 3 or 4 inch broad thin ply for the sides
Teach them to cut an Ef hole or a round hole
on the top and when the body is ready
how to attach it through abutterfly joint
to the neck !
Teach them how to fix the bridge
the pick up, if desired, or
even a tremolo on!
Tell them they wont be able to fix strings
without a tail piece
and the machine heads!
Well, they could also be taught to decorate
the guitar with ivory edges , polish or lacquer;
Once they learn how to make the guitar
teach them how to tune it
All this is basic and necessary
if you wanna make people understand
the sound of music
the sonorous sound of th guitar
you may like to play to them again !