CHIME–THE POEM

I don’t understand, Where it’s coming from. But I hear it; The chimes before the wind is gone. I belong here, I was brought here, By their disjointed melody.

CUSTOM JOB ^_^

My mate had the ingenious idea to throw his guitar on the floor the other day. It broke… It is just dead because the headstock snapped off, meaning it needs a new neck. Idjit. (FYI: “Idjit” is my version of “eejit” which is the Irish version of idiot!) He wants to road wear the body … More CUSTOM JOB ^_^