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  • RIP - Chuck Berry ... Guitars everywhere gently weep.

    I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
    While my guitar gently weeps
    I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
    Still my guitar gently weeps.

    I don't know why nobody told you
    How to unfold your love
    I don't know how someone controlled you
    They bought and sold you.

    I look at the world and I notice it's turning
    While my guitar gently weeps
    With every mistake we must surely be learning
    Still my guitar gently weeps.

    - G. Harrison

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    Great Song that Eric (he must be god it says so on London towne Walls) Clapton assisted on as Mr. Mysterioso! Can't make my guitars quite weep like Eric but with a Wah wah pedal and a slide I have tried to get the sound. Not as many effects back then so not so hard to try to duplicate unless your doing crazy stuff like running things backwards through a mixing board or something kookie! I loved the special dedication done while Chuck was still alive that Keith Richards Managed and was put through the ringer by Chuck! It was funny the stuff Chuck did or often tried to do to Keith. Had me laughing allot. Things like lets play this song in a completely different key and change it up on the band live! LOL Thought Keith was going to have a stroke more than once with Chucks quirky ways... You guys should see it if you never have worth the efforts especially if you play some guitar! RIP Chuck Berry you could play a guitar like ringin' a bell!


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