[Chords] G    320003 C/G  3x2013 [Intro]   /  x3 [Verse 1] Well I can’t recall one time in my life    I’ve felt as lonely as I do tonight    I feel like I could lay down and get up no more    It’s the damndest feeling I never felt it before    [Chorus] Tonight I feel like an old violin    Soon to be put away and never played again    [Verse 2] Don’t ask me why I feel like this  hell I can’t say     I only wish this feeling would just go away I guess it’s ’cause the truth is the hardest thing I’ve ever faced ’Cause you just can’t change the truth in the slightest way   I tried       [Verse 3] So I asked myself    I said "George where do you go from here?"    Then like a fool I turned around and I looked in the mirror    [Chorus] And there I was seein’ an old violin    Soon to be put away and never played again       [Verse 4] So one more time just to be sure    I said "Now troubadour where in the hell do you go from here?"    And you know there wasn’t a nickel’s worth of difference when I looked in the mirror    [Chorus] ’Cause there I was seein’ an old violin    Soon to be put away and never played again    [Verse 5] And just like that it hit me    Why that old violin and I we’re just alike We give our all to music and soon we’ll give our life [Outro] Precious memories how they linger ooh        

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque un sentiment profond de solitude et de désespoir, comparant l'état émotionnel de l'artiste à celui d'un vieux violon abandonné, qui n'est plus joué et qui attend d'être mis à l'écart. Il se questionne sur sa vie et les choix qu'il a faits, réalisant que la vérité est parfois difficile à affronter. À travers cette réflexion, il trouve un écho entre sa propre existence et celle de cet instrument, tous deux ayant donné le meilleur d'eux-mêmes mais se sentant désormais inutilisés. Ce parallèle illustre une beauté tragique : la passion pour la musique et la vie, confrontée à l'inévitabilité de l'usure et du silence.