I just put down the guitar, having thrashed
Away to Killing Joke couple of hours
Trying to play that stuff gets me challenged
I never go the easy way, my powers
Develop quicker that way, much quicker
No gimmicks, no electrics, amps, feedback
You gotta play it right, grow fast fingers
But as it comes together, it's good craic
If craic can be a solo or a lick
A riff, arpeggio, fingerpick, a Slash
Some chords crash down like waves upon the shores
I use fingers only, no crutch, no pick
No capo certainly, just in the flesh
And in your face music like honey showers
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