A song of musical problems...
Where is My Capo?
There’s a wind in the wood blows no-one no good,
G D G D
I tried to play bassoon but got lost in the reeds,
G C G
I tried for brass but I got only muck,
G D
Pulled out all the stops but still my organ’s stuck
G D
Where is my capo? I had it a minute ago,
G C G D
I’d take my shot at other strings but I can’t string a bow.
Em D Em D G
Where is my capo? I had it a minute ago,
This question unending that every guitarist must know.
There’s a wind in the wood blows no-one no good,
I tried to play bassoon but got lost in the reeds,
I tried for brass but I got only muck,
Pulled out all the stops but still my organ’s stuck
Where is my capo? I had it a minute ago,
I’d take my shot at other strings but I can’t string a bow.
My attempts at conducting made the bus late home,
My timpani was far from a thumping success,
A double bass-ically drove me to gin,
And tubas hate the soil in my garden,
And where is my capo? I had it a minute ago,
But feel too quiet to ask the chap with the grand piano.
My gurdy doesn’t want to join the herd,
I’ve not got the spoons to play in another folk session,
There’s someone fiddling with my ideas each night,
And a trad repertoire that a child could write,
And where is my capo? I had it a minute ago,
I can’t switch to bagpipes fear that I can’t take the blow,
And my tries at rock trapped me in a hard place,
I’m a techno-phobe and pop has just gone to the weasels,
I’ve seen the violins inherent in the system,
I’ve tried for hits but I’ve always missed them,
But where is my capo? I had it a minute ago,
This search like its object attunes me to seek high and low,
Yes, where is my capo? I had it a minute ago,
It’s simply the case that to get back in business I need it in time for the show,
In this storm in a do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti cup that’s made me sick stringing out musical woe.