text: Id like to say a few words about this guitar, I call this guitar my baby. Its from 1956, and its the guitar that I do most of my writing, and I absolutely adore it. And its beautifully damaged. Its a Japanese concept called Wabi Sabi which means that perfection is in the imperfection. And the way this guitar looks represents that perfectly I think. Thank you
  My computer thinks Im gay
  I threw that piece of junk away
  On the Champs-Elysées
  As I was walking home
  This is my last communique
  Down the superhighway
  All that I have left to say in a single tome
  I got too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  If I could give it all away
  Would it come back to me someday
  Like a needle in the hay or an expensive stone
  But I got a reason to declaim
  The applications are to blame
  For all my sorrow and my pain
  A feeling so alone
  I got too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  Too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  My computer thinks Im gay
  Whats the difference anyway
  When all you people do all day
  Is stare into a phone
  I got too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  Too many friends
  Too many people that Ill never meet
  And Ill never be there for
  Ill never be there for
  Cause Ill never be there
  Ill never be there
  Ill never be there
  Ill never be there
  Ill never be there
  Thank you
  Thank you very much