used to have a red guitar until i smashed it one drunk night smashed it in the classic form as peter townshend might i threw it in the fireplace i left it there a while kate she started crying when she saw my sorry smile red guitar was made of wood could not take the heat red guitar it caught on fire and the damage was complete it burned until all that was left was six pegs and six strings kate she said you are a fool you ve done a foolish thing i put the remains in the case and i put the case away went to new york city for a new guitar the next day i bought myself a blond guitar i had it for three days some junkie stole my blond guitar god works in wondrous ways