Basic black BC Rich Warlock electric guitar upgraded with Seymour Duncan Designed pickups and coil tap switch.  It has beautiful diamond inlays and benefits from a 24.75" short scale length.

My Buddy’s Warlock

 

Song lyrics by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Structure: Accent points align for all 5 verses.

 

Read along to my Spoken Verse Performance!

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Way back in ninety-three

 

I got my high school degree

 

So Mom bought me a

 

Twangy new Tele.

 

 

Then she told me: “Son,

 

Be out by September 1

 

I just took a job out in Raleigh.”

 

 

VERSE 2

 

I found a one room deal.

 

Which came with one square meal.

 

Kinda like at home

 

without the drama.

 

 

Then the rent came due

 

I pawned my Fender, so blue,

 

Guess life wasn’t bad with my Mama.

 

 

CHORUS

 

And when my Tele’s in hock,

 

I play my buddy’s Warlock.

 

Even when I'm draggin that slide. 

 

 

Call me the sultan of shread.

 

We'll tour with RivetHead. 

 

I feel like I’m Jekyll and Hyde

 

 

VERSE 3

 

The fella’s in the band

 

Sure didn’t understand

 

Why the pawn broker

 

Still had my Tele.

 

 

(They said:) “We gave you a try

 

And you’re a nice enough guy.

 

But that Warlock’s not very country.”

 

 

CHORUS

 

And when my Tele’s in hock,

 

I play my buddy’s Warlock.

 

Even when I'm draggin that slide. 

 

 

Call me the sultan of shread.

 

We'll tour with RivetHead 

 

I feel like I’m Jekyll and Hyde

 

 

VERSE 4

 

I ran a craigslist ad

 

And found a band that’s rad

 

Who are fine with me

 

Warlock and all

 

 

I was out of place

 

Now groupies show up in lace.

 

When we play the Head Banger’s Ball

 

 

CHORUS

 

And when my Tele’s in hock,

 

I play my buddy’s Warlock.

 

Even when I'm draggin that slide. 

 

 

Call me the sultan of shread.

 

We'll tour with RivetHead 

 

I feel like I’m Jekyll and Hyde

 

 

VERSE 5

 

She came to me at last

 

With gorgeous green eyes, she asked:

 

“Was it true about

 

Metal axe masters?

 

 

I said:  “Yes Siree”.

 

And let her get to know me.

 

They can keep my damn telecaster.

 

 

CHORUS

 

And when my Tele’s in hock,

 

I play my buddy’s Warlock.

 

Even when I'm draggin that slide. 

 

 

Call me the sultan of shread.

 

We'll tour with RivetHead 

 

I feel like I’m Jekyll and Hyde

 

 

CLOSING CHORUSES

 

The old band wanted Fender

 

Now their back sides are tender.

 

Wouldn't let me sing my own song.

 

 

They said to focus on chord strumming.

 

Now I'm Randy's second coming.

 

Just lucky those guys said: "So long."

 

 

 

Though we're loved by the voters

 

We're held back by the promoters

 

Who always seem to oppose.

 

 

While my style is slick as gravy.

 

Rammstein still thinks we're too heavy.

 

To play the lead off at their shows.

 

One sweet B. C. Rich NJ Series electric guitar of neck through construction with 24.75" scale length and 4-wire Dimarzio USA humbucker pickups and coil tap switch.  The Real Ale Fireman's #4 art work is there to hide damage to the guitar.

 

 

 

Keywords:  Poems about guitars, poems about warlocks, poems about heavy metal musical instruments.