The Four Chords Of My Life Analysis

G sharp into D Flat to B and then an F sharp. The four chords of my life. The same chords and lyrics I have been grinding through for the past thirty years of my life. The same shtick again and again. Though it has become tiresome to myself our admirers have become attached to this tune. The lyrics of their lives.
It was a standard club. It was a dark room, only about one hundred and fifty people either jumping up and down or head-banging. I could not only smell but feel the sweat and emotions imitating from the mosh pit. It wasn't the most prestigious location, but after many years of traveling to these places I was used to it.
But something felt odd. Despite the speakers tearing themselves apart, there was a sort of serenity and quietness. Then an enigmatic creature leered into the venue with a firearm. I did not notice until I heard the popping of the bullets. Soon after I saw a crowd member drop dead. I froze in my tracks and could not stop myself from …show more content…
They asked me if I saw who did it and if I recognized him but I couldn't remember. It was all a flash. Was it a dream? Am I still alive? Am I dead? I didn't know.
After my escape I was escorted a block away and they told me to stay away from the building at all costs. I threw my guitar down in my rage and …show more content…
There were people that died in front of my very eyes. I picked up my guitar by the neck. I saw my reflection in the shiny gloss of its back. I saw a lost man. A man who was lost in the abyss of desolation. I could see only anger. I thought of my fans and companions who were gone as I lifted the guitar over my head and swung it into the concrete wall next to me. I looked down at my hands to see blood flowing from a cut in the palm of my hand. It did not break. I then slammed it into the asphalt. I heard a crack but, it still it didn't break. Then I threw it on the ground and it snapped in two. There were chips of wood and paint around the