Post by fictiondeaddiction on Jul 9, 2008 20:32:18 GMT -5
{My Ode to Steve Vai}
Before the sun came out
I never wanted to open my eyes
Before the sun came out
You could tell it was my first time
I was a virgin to his unique phrasing
That if were a painting
Would be fused with colours
All brillant and dull
Cool and warm
Hell, if it was just shades of black
--It'd still be captivating--
That the notes of my guitar
Had no place to hide.
I leaned into the speakers
I had never been so intrigued
For an hour I was the detective
Of his melodic mystery.
For hours I was lost in
The Boston Rain Melody
Before the sun came out
I never wanted to open my eyes
Before the sun came out
You could tell it was my first time
I was a virgin to his unique phrasing
That if were a painting
Would be fused with colours
All brillant and dull
Cool and warm
Hell, if it was just shades of black
--It'd still be captivating--
That the notes of my guitar
Had no place to hide.
I leaned into the speakers
I had never been so intrigued
For an hour I was the detective
Of his melodic mystery.
For hours I was lost in
The Boston Rain Melody
