Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)

A Gibson Guitar


As I play the blues
on my Gibson guitar
it takes me back
to those train track blues

The heart and soul
of Slash and his crew
Les Paul and Gibson
the true train track blues

Submitted: Wednesday, June 13, 2012

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  • * Sunprincess * (11/23/2013 9:32:00 PM)

    wow I really like this one, a lot...there is nothing better
    than seeing a guy playing a guitar,
    and listening to his music..it is so nice :) (Report) Reply

  • Nicholle Gibson (8/16/2013 2:59:00 AM)

    I love it, I adore it! Not only is my last name Gibson, my father, uncle, myself, an husband to be all play also. Music for me an my father is the comfort in silence. I adore Neil Young, which i assume you know of, Mr. Soul the lyrics are well they rock. My mother an father's wedding song is Down By The River. Dave I am glad you got to dig on the vibe that only a Gibson can provide. nicholle (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (8/2/2013 9:24:00 PM)

    when I was a kid my brother played the steel guitar. he played and my dad played the banjo. this brought back memories of those days. ice (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (7/29/2013 1:19:00 PM)

    I used to have a gibson hummingbird1970 model.
    It was a thing of beauty, not like the trash they call a hummingbird now.
    It was as beautiful in sound as it was in sight. As it was fated to happen to all guitars of the seventies
    a drunk stepped on the neck breaking in two. More than the neck broke that fatefull day.I had a new neck installed but it never had the same sound again.My dissapointmentled to the demise of my musical career.
    I also had a gibson banjo that was stolen about the same time. After that my nails grew long. (Report) Reply

  • Connie Yost (5/4/2013 4:13:00 AM)

    David Wood has said it finely- -such perfect rhymely. But I'll take a Gibson
    Playing any kind of music. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (4/5/2013 10:48:00 AM)

    I play a Fender badly. Thats why I'm a poet sadly. I would like to play it madly. Thats why my neighbours thank me gladly! ! (Report) Reply

  • Kaila George (7/5/2012 12:24:00 AM)

    Brings back memorys for me, my brother owns one himself, he's damn good too, use to play for hours on end to get it just right, his idol was jimmy hendrix, cost me an arm and leg to get him the whole collection, wonder if he still has it...but I loved this thanks for sharing and just because its music and in a poem to boot its a 10 from me (Report) Reply

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