[Intro]
[Guitar riff]
[Drum fill]
[Voice]
Don’t ask me
what I’m thinking.
Turn that thing up.
[Verse 1]
We fought in the parking lot
over something
I can barely remember now.
You said:
“You never listen.”
I said:
“That’s not fair.”
Which probably proved
your point somehow.
You got in your car.
Door slammed.
Red lights disappeared.
I stood there
with too much anger
and nowhere useful
to put it.
So I walked back inside,
plugged in the guitar,
turned the amp
past reasonable,
and hit one chord.
That chord
said it better
than I could.
[Pre-Chorus]
No explanation.
No clever line.
Just six strings
and a bad state of mind.
[Chorus]
LET THE AMP TALK!
I’M DONE WITH WORDS!
LET THAT OLD SPEAKER
SAY WHAT YOU NEVER HEARD!
LET THE AMP TALK!
LET THE VALVES BURN HOT!
IF I CAN’T SAY IT RIGHT...
I’LL PLAY
EVERYTHING I’VE GOT!
[Verse 2]
The bartender looked over
like:
“Here we go again.”
Drummer counted four.
Bass came in.
Nobody asked
what happened.
That’s why
I like musicians.
They don’t always
need the story.
Sometimes they just hear
the way you hit
the first note
and know enough.
I bent one string
until it nearly gave up.
Held it there.
Let it scream.
Funny.
I’d been trying
not to shout all night,
then paid money
for an amplifier
to do it for me.
[Chorus]
LET THE AMP TALK!
I’M DONE WITH WORDS!
LET THAT OLD SPEAKER
SAY WHAT YOU NEVER HEARD!
LET THE AMP TALK!
LET THE VALVES BURN HOT!
IF I CAN’T SAY IT RIGHT...
I’LL PLAY
EVERYTHING I’VE GOT!
[Break]
[Band stops]
[Guitar alone]
One note.
[Bend]
Hold it.
[Feedback]
Don’t fix it.
[Guitar Solo]
[Slow blues bend]
[Fast descending run]
[Wah phrase]
[Drums slam back in]
[Verse 3]
Halfway through the solo
I stopped being angry.
Not forgiven.
Not healed.
Just tired
of carrying it.
There’s a difference.
I thought about calling you.
Didn’t.
Thought about
throwing the guitar.
Definitely didn’t.
That thing
cost too much.
So I played
one last ugly phrase,
missed a note,
kept it anyway.
Best thing
I played all night.
[Final Chorus]
LET THE AMP TALK!
LET IT SHAKE THE ROOM!
LET THAT GUITAR
DRAG THE TRUTH
OUT OF THE BLUES!
LET THE AMP TALK!
I DON’T NEED TO WIN!
SOME NIGHTS
YOU DON’T FIX THE FIGHT...
YOU JUST PLAY
UNTIL IT LEAVES YOUR SKIN!
LET THE AMP TALK!
LOUDER!
ROUGHER!
ONE MORE TIME!
[Outro]
[Main riff slows]
[Feedback]
Bartender says:
“You good now?”
[Small pause]
Voice:
Ask me tomorrow.
[Final guitar chord]
