Nailed!
by @phylo
Liner Notes
As most of you know, I sustained an injury to the middle finger of my fretting hand a few months ago. It took Kaiser 3 attempts to extract the fragment of nail. It doesn't hurt anymore, but the scar tissue prevents me from forming certain chords. I'm getting there, but it'll be a while... That said, I wrote this whilst in my commiseration. I'm not good at jazz scattin', but this tune wanted to be somewhat jazzy! #harmonica #jazz #silly
Lyrics
Bap-a-doo, bop-bop-dwee! Oh, the nail gun snapped, and it sure got me Now my six-string dreams are on hold, you see Skiddle-dee-bap, can’t fret a tune Left hand’s healing, I'm out till June!
Oh, scat-da-dee, my DNA I’m a guitar player, that's all I can say But my hand’s in a bind, can’t strum the groove Therapy’s calling, gonna sing some blues
Dwee-bop-dwee, bad dreams at night Selling my guitars—now that ain't right Each note’s my story, each fret’s my soul Now I’m just a-healin, tryin' to feel whole
Zing-zang-zoom, in my head I jam Though my body’s broken, I’m still who I am Therapy’s a tune I’ve gotta embrace Healing’s a process, not a race
Shoo-bop-shoo, scat the pain away Better life through chemistry is what they say I’ll play again, that’s what I know For now, I’ll scoodly bop a healing flow
Oh, bop-ba-di-adi, I miss those strings This heart still sings, rather hope it swings I’m a guitar man, no nail can stop… Next time you see me, I’ll be Rockin' - round - the - clock Rockin' - round - the - clock Rockin' - round - the - clock
Comments
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Way to make lemonade! There's magic in turning our pain into art. Goodness knows my own songwriting has saved me a few visits to the therapist's office.
The simple brushed drums and the bluesy harp are just the right accompaniment to your jaunty vocal delivery. Great fun.
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And as incredibly painful as it was to hear you tell it, I dig your resilience to press forward and churn out some tunes. Fun, fun, fun, sir. I like the rhythm of that kick. And no - don’t sell the guitars, and keep working that harp my man!
“Healing’s a process, not a race…” - ain’t that the truth! 💯
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Welcome back! Sorry to hear about the nail-gun injury. I managed to catch a falling portable drill and 1/8" bit through my fretting hand while installing anti-theft pins on my apartment window after a break-in. Fortunately, all healed well. Don't sell those guitars just yet... And, there's always harmonica! This is a great little shuffle. Scoodly bop!
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Very entertaining. Played this on on the kitchen speakers while cooking dinner. Carefully chopping my vegetables. Here’s hoping you will be able to play all those chords again soon.