Broken Guitar Songtext
von Quiet Hollers

I wrote a song on a broken guitar
And I played it for them
They told me it was out of touch
But I thought I had my finger on the pulse
Of the nation′s youth, of a girl like you,
Of a few home truths I thought you already knew

I wrote a song on a broken guitar
In the house with the broken A.C.
And it was pouring out of me
And I know you're gonna think it′s all about you
Cause you don't care about the truth
I know you only ever wanna feel good

As the party dwindled, I heard Broken Social Scene
On a hi-fi stereo

She slipped from my hands and fell to the floor
Couldn't stand for me to touch her anymore
My baby broke her back trying to get away
The broken record tried to play


It was an RCA, I had a lot to say
But I couldn′t get it out
So I was dry-heavin′
I was barely breathin'
In the wet death of a Summer day

I wrote a song on a broken guitar
And it was gonna be an instant classic
Only the kids, they′d never catch it
You know they only ever wanna feel good

As the party dwindled, I heard Broken Social Scene
On a hi-fi stereo

And it was an RCA, it was an RCA
And I had a lot to say
But I couldn't get it all out
So I was dry-heavin′
I was barely breathin'
In the wet death of a Summer day
(And all on a broken guitar!)

And they told me it was out of touch
And they told me it was out of touch
And they told me it was out of touch
I thought I had my finger on the pulse